These are stepping stones in the road less traveled,
No weapon formed against me but my face still hit the gravel
a couple of time
Never dismantled
Never blow out this little lighter
I bought my own candle
It should be stronger than the bicycle handles
That my uncle had to let go
Taught me how to pedal
I never looked back and in the cracks I saw medallions in the meadow
From the eyes of a child and the child from the ghetto
I just wanted to
see more
Be more
Explore
The daily plight that we fought
Them Camden nights that we sought
To make it out the struggle and defeat
Rose turned to gardens of concrete
The Garden State bastard child that learn
Time leap
Space bend
It make sense
Faced against the basics of a fragance
That I still miss those summer city nights
When we were still kids
Those memories I still kiss
People that I still miss
The reasons that I’m still here
These are stepping stones in the road that they didn't finish
Aint no looking back I found a track to lay my writtens
Placed my tennis shoes by the tools they used and recommended me not to indulge
Many was lost to the war
And they left heart within they art
They was fighting to heard
Others fighting to be saw
I was fighting to be strong
Like the bicycle handles that my uncle let go of
That somebody stole a week later
F__k n__gas showed us how to
Time leap
Space bend
It make sense
Face against the basics of a fragance
That I still miss those summer city nights
When we were still kids
Those memories I still kiss
People that I got that killed that
We still reminisce
And that we
pour for
Pour more
From the city bus to being on tour
Acting like this **** don’t mean that much
It world to us
As kid the city felt so big it was the world to us
**** the stepping stone of that the road wasn’t built for,
Stepped and cracked pavement cause prayed we build more,
Or work our way up toward,
**** whoever doubted the allotted amount of the problems when equality was shout,
When respect wasn’t giving
Took away our father left the mother with children
Bomb across the nation taught us patience was a virtue
But no patience wasn’t giving
Ain’t no grace and understanding when genocide is places they can’t
Time leap
Space bend
Make it make sense
Face against the heights of a tragedy
Those bombs across sky made the world speak
They were still kids still babies
Thinking that we world could save me
So we
pour for
Pour more
For the mother and father we still mourn
The activist we still we mourn
People that we still mourn
We marched and stood for
Thinking could we have did more
We could have did more
