Keep Moving Songtext
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I keep moving
For real
I keep moving
I keep moving


I spit flames, fueled by my inner pain
Life′s cruel
Don't trouble me and I won′t trouble you
I'm just trying to make it through
Up hill struggles, it's the ultimate hustle
I play the hand I′m dealt, no reshuffles
Allowed
Surrounded by these confused crowds
Who, cloud my vision
I lose sight of my mission
So proud
Split decisions, I′m torn between religions
Forgive me father but I'm diligent
The difference is that I flow like the breeze that blows
Upstream I stroll, extreme control
He who feels it knows
Feel my pain
I need to escape, I can′t contain my rage
A caged lion, kings are slaves
The kings insane
My clothes are stained by crimson rain
We pour liquor to appease the slain
I move slicker to escape the shame
The plot thickens, these admissions are my claim to fame

I keep moving
I move to the beat of the drum
In the heat of the sun
On these streets, I keep moving
Winning or losing
I keep moving

Forward Forever

I keep moving
I move to the beat of the drum
In the heat of the sun
On these streets, I keep moving
Winning or losing
I keep moving

I keep moving
I move to the beat of the drum
In the heat of the sun
On these streets, I keep moving
Winning or losing
I keep moving


I keep moving
I move to the beat of the drum
In the heat of the sun
On these streets, I keep moving
Winning or losing
I keep moving

I keep moving
I move to the beat of the drum
In the heat of the sun
On these streets, I keep moving
I must keep moving

I break the silence with truth
Violently vibrant, I'm armed and ready to shoot
Whispers in the wind, concealing the sins of my forefathers
I must resist forbidden fruits
Feel the pressure, pay attention to life′s lessons
If only I knew what I know now in youth
We live and learn, the tables turn
I see without eyes, waiting on the right time to execute
For judgement awaits
Faith falters, lost sons and daughters
Now is not the time for an excuse
None are excused in this game of life
I must pay the price for these paths that I choose
Chosen from the masses, raise glasses in toasts of lost passage
My work, they cannot be refused
Avoid eye contact, I'm trying to escape dead-end contracts
From these chains, I′m trying to break loose
I keep moving