From Streets to Glory

(yeah) (remember

sleeping on that

concrete

floor) (look

at me

now)

Used to hear the keys turn in the iron door

Cold steel bars, sleeping on a concrete floor

Now I sink into a feather mattress,

feeling blessed

No more jumping when a blade is pointed at my chest Survived

the street sweepers, bullets flying by my head They wanted me forgotten,

wanted me among the dead

Look at my growth,

from the block to the stage

Turning the page, broke up out of the cage

From catching hats and ducking shots in the dark

To standing in line,

leaving my mark

The struggle was real,

had to fight to survive

Only God knows how I kept myself alive

No more running from the flashing blue lights

No more staying up through those terrified nights

From the bottom of the pit to the top of the hill

Every scar on my skin is a testament real

Look at my growth,

from the block to the stage

Turning the page, broke up out of the cage

From catching hats and ducking shots in the dark

To standing in line,

leaving my mark

Yeah,

look how far we came (hummmm) No more sleeping on the floor

We made it out