Growth Songtext
von Beyond

I gotta grow
When I reflect, I gotta grow
I gotta grow
When I reflect, I gotta grow

When I′m on the city bus, people try to discuss
The daily current affairs, but I'm turning to stare
Out the window, I gaze at my reflection and pause
Look into my own eyes so I can read all my flaws
I got a ways to go, heading downtown to Minneapolis

Watching some people in the way, they carry savageness
It′s grabbing my senses, yo, my friend
This is my mental freeze
Either my kin to me or trying to bring me injuries
Emotionally, I'm not getting no assistance
My family's pissing over things that′s un-efficient

All I′m trying to do is succeed so I can feed my seed
So all the bullshit, yo, I don't need
Exceed on to the next thought
Rush hour′s got the block tight, and at a stop light, we take halt


So many buildings, that over-tower shit, huh
I wonder who owns them, maybe I can build a conglomerate
'Cause I′m a monster when it comes to creating
But doors are slammed in your face if you're lacking on education
I′m patient 'cause I know that I'll be making advancement
I′m giving everybody some shit ′til I'm triumphant
For nothing or less, I′m showing my chest

I feel like growing some cess to make loot and gain some progress
I'm halfway downtown and steady think about my caliber
From the words of a bastard, I gotta grow
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It doesn′t matter where I go, I gotta know
It doesn't matter where I end up, I gotta grow
I got my family, I got my peoples, I got my brothers

So we gotta build for the others

I′m broke now, but yo, I know it's a dream
Before I'm ever like these losers that be on the sixteens
Demeanor to my personality to have to be

Condescended by views and contented to views
Who invented the news? Fully fiction the shit they kicking


Never tell you about all the children that come up missing
Theoretically, I think we′re genetically ruined
′Cause when it comes to moving up in the game, we never gain
Seems the weather's rain, and I′m walking without no shelter
People, they never help you when they see you trying to compel to
Another status, they just be talking blasphemously
People'll cut they moms throat for some cash and stuff
See, I coordinate to be more than great
′Cause I don't want my son to have to grow up mopping floors for shake
Wait, the bus driver′s having debates with some teenagers

I guess they're short with the green papers
This kid in front of me is sporting a bag
I think he probably tags 'cause he′s beeping a feedie mag
I take a drag of the motor fumes every two seconds
I′m glad I'm getting off at the next intersection
Expecting my lady so she can meet me in a while

We going to peep a flick, so we gotta beat the crowd
Flex my style, off the bus, to my baby
We do this daily, me and my thoughts, we do this daily

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It doesn′t matter where I go, I gotta know
It doesn't matter where I go, I gotta know
It doesn′t matter where I go, I gotta know
It doesn't matter where I go, I gotta know
Gotta grow, gotta grow, gotta grow, gotta grow
Gotta grow, gotta grow, gotta grow