he said it was his destiny, his passion
whether he’s in the air, or on the ground dashing
Homies in the hood say that its white or he lame
He was like this is escape from this trap and the game
momma said” You need a new hobby”
he said this is my life, so why you trying to rob me
without another word, he rolled out the door
behind him his mom yelled” don’t bring ya ass back here no more
so as he skates alone, he thinks of his pain
he glides forward and never looks back again
They say home is the place to be
But all his life he was thinking ” of a place for me”
in his mind there’s an image that he’s painting
it involves sharp turns, freedom, and skating
his emotions took him to a whole new land
why people didn’t accept him, he couldn’t understand
in this world it was just him and his board
with dreams of being high as the sky he adored
So puff puff with Reggie, he had the rocket power
And somedays he even contemplated the powder
see lately he wasn’t free in his mind
But it always felt like he was free on the grind
now he’s living a forever in a never land
just a lost boy and his board is his peter pan
So now he kick flips on cloud nine
all his tricks make his storm subdue, and now his sun shines
so as he grinds life’s obstacles with no fear
His mom’s voice in head say’s “i thought i told you there’s no skating in here
and so he kicked pushed kicked pushed kicked pushed kicked pushed coast….
just a loner on his own
hoping that he can find a place he calls home
and so he kicked pushed kicked pushed kicked pushed kicked pushed coast….
so come glide with me
so maybe in the air i can finally be free
Inspired by Lupe Fiasco’s Kick Push
Dope
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Appreciate you
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I like this one brudda.
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Thank you sis
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