From the recording Fight Music The Mixtape
Lyrics
Instrumental Produced by Johnny Julliano
Lord I wanna earn my wings but I ain worthy
I wanna sit by his thrown and feel his mercy
But all that I think about is how to get this money
They told me to pay my tithes pastor balling I’m no dummy
Right now life aint pretty so I write about the uglies
Scott Westerfield the midnighters won’t take it from me
I mean he see me dressing bummy why does he steal
From me I stand still while he just tries kill I feel
The pain that all of you are going through
Seems like it was yesterday I was sitting right there with you
Credit scores low, bills over due, kids in school, what they need shoes
I’m feeling like a fool, Its real
You balling I’m running up on you with the steel
This one aint for the church it’s for the gangsters swinging choppers
The single baby mammas with sons missing papas
The teenage girl of night that seximg the whole block up
I just wanna earn my wings and fly away out of the ghetto
I Gotta get up the ghetto
Sometimes life it just seems too much
So I’m leaning on God see I’m reaching for his touch
To earn my wings and fly away, away, away
Now that I have your attention I motion to open shop up
For the ones with no guidance raised to get locked up
Bible in my holster, here to sew block up
Tired a waking up to see my brothers getting shot up
The ghetto is trap, the evil it just disables
They treating us like Kane telling us that we ain Able
You must understand it’s a myth, just a fable
See Satan thinks your worthless, so he stamps you with his label
But when our God birthed us he made us for a purpose
God gave you all the power you needing to beat the serpent
God never faints and neither is he weary
My God is Holy Isiah 40 states it clearly
That the strength and the power you in need of he supplies it
So you can overcome your surroundings and this diet
Of depression and destruction that the ghetto seems to bring
Just wait on the Lord and watch him fit you for your wings, watch him fit you for your wings