[Chorus: Mr. Probz]
My feet are tired
And the pain shows
There's such a long way to go now
Such a long way to go
Gotta be strong
By myself now
Such a long road
My souls so cold
Weaken all my bones
But I gotta work hard
Just to reach my goal
Such a long way to go
So many miles left
But I'm here now

[Joe Budden]
Please lord something gotta give
They say for every negative
There's a positive
But I ain't positive
For every buck deposited
We still in the hood
Livin' like hostages
And never mind colleges
School of HardKnocks scholarship
Dealing with politics
I would just self success
In the store
If I could bottle it
But, I ain't a millionaire
Won't see me in Forbes son
Life is like a beach chair
When you can afford one
Ruger loaded
Just in case the war come
Might as well
Everything is coming to the forefront
Need a clear head just to think
And fuck a drink and my two-step
N***a, I'm two-steps from a drink
So pressure either bust pipes
Or it make diamonds
No matter how high up the mountain
I stay climbing
Freedom I keep chancin'
So if I fall like Beyonce
I just get back up and keep dancing
[Chorus]
[Joe Budden]
(Yo Mouse, Talk to 'em)
Never been a goal that I couldn't reach
Never been a lesson I couldn't teach
I done been through the world and back
Fuck school
I got all the facts
All I do is stand tall
When they got my back against the wall
When it's game time
All we do is ball
My n***as'll be here in one call (one call)
One call (one call)
When shit gets heavy
All I do is pick up the phone
Ain't gotta go through nothing alone
When shit gets heavy
All I do is pick up the phone
Ain't gotta walk through this world alone
If I'm on my own

[Mr. Probz]
Keep on standing on my own 2 feet
Everytime that I cry
When I sweat
When I bleed
See nothing can stop me
No nothing except me
[Chorus]
[Joe Budden]
I'm chasin' after pies
With bags under my eyes
You looking at my representative mask
It's a disguise
And I don't do things
Like I used to
The past is the past
I'm presently thinkin'
Bout the future
Certain n***as bettin' I fall
I'm speed jogging
Through the quicksand
I'm juggling 3 medicine balls
See I'm coming up
Used to share a room
With 2 cellmates
Now I tower over the devil
But this ain't Hell Date
Long way to go
I see my feet getting blisters
I dare em
Talk to me like Mike Richards
Or play Don Imus
And think it's cool
To disrespect our sisters
I guess we got a while
'Fore they actually get the picture
I think about Virginia Tech
Think about Katrina
N***as that caught Sean Bell
Slippin' with the nina
A day before the wedding
Safety off the weapon
Though all these things
Play in my head
I keep steppin'
[Chorus]