It Takes Time//The City

[Part I: It Takes Time]

[Intro: Kendrick Lamar]
You gotta keep goin', keep pushin', ain't no ending
Live your dream, on yo' mom, and yo' children
Cherish your family
And pray that it works

[Verse: Tom The Mail Man]
Road Runner, how we chasin' the dream
Started from the bottom
Niggas was honestly just tryna make it to see
A better life, better than 9 to 5
How do I make it make sense to a team?
Or make it make sense to my mother and father
Like, "Boy better get a degree"
I'm just tryna make them all see
That we ain't gotta slave over stoves
No we ain't gotta be in the kitchen
Like we ain't gotta work 12 hours regrettin' decisions
We could be true to our wishes
We can be frolickin' children and put all our trust in our feelings
Livin' in Hell wasn't a choice but making it heaven is vision
And realization is chilling, ayy
I tryna read more often, I wanna see me blossom
Gotta protect my mind, gotta be so awesome
I gotta be this for my sisters and that for my brothers
I gotta be real for myself and real for the others, ayy
Do for a generation, do for a better nation
Do for the future children, do for our future livin'
Do for the fucking planet
How the fuck I'ma manage?
How the fuck I'ma make it?
I need to have better patience
I need to have my decision
I need to make my decision
Tell me how you've been livin'

[Outro: Tom The Mail Man & Kendrick Lamar]
Tell me how you've been livin'
Tell me how you've been livin'
Tell me how you've been livin'
Tell me how you've been livin'
Tell me how you've been-
And pray that it works

[Interlude]
Always be honest with yourself and everyone else, and...
Whatchu feel like... [?]
And, be kind to other people because, that's really what you're gonna go for, your goal. No one's like, really gonna give a shit, if like, no one's like, gonna give a give a shit like, who you fucked, I don't fucking know, no one is gonna give a shit if you like, met fucking beyonce, like, you know why people love beyonce? Because she's kind, like besides of that she's obviously and incredible artist, but she's also kind

[Part II: The City]

[Verse: Tom The Mail Man]
Ayy, you don't really smile like you used to (Yeah)
And I've been takin' flicks in the mirror
Like back, back, who are you? Ayy
Figured I lost myself in the work like way back (Yeah)
What the fuck make you say that?
Privacy, we get way less (Ayy)
And I'm still focused on pay back
Like a lot of shit you could've said, I
I'ma get it anyway, I
Told my niggas to be patient
Did that, yeah, they stayed down
Now get the fuck up out the way
I know you wished you would've stayed
'Cause we living great
The bad decisions we gettin' made
Been molding us into the greats
We go 'til we break, I know
Niggas in the cut like nah, nah
They ain't gon' go I doubt that
They from the city like me
They gotta end it like me
They gotta pay homage
Niggas be starving I promise I got 'em if these niggas go
I got an extended Glock with a beam on this bitch
Make you see one of these niggas blow
Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow
Niggas gotta go, go, go, go
You from the city you can’t blow, blow, blow, blow, blow
'Cause I ain't ever get to