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  1. Don't Fall Short

From the recording W.I.T.S. (Written In The Stars)

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Written by: B. Brown
Performed by: Cudlino
Produced by: The Legion (Legion Beats)
Engineered by Michael Glazener (Beat Catererz)
Executive Producer: Cudlino
Publisher: Bear Klan Entertainment

Lyrics

Verse 1:
Mama tried to change the course I had no dad
The coward ran off for someone else's bags
Big bro telling me that it'll pass
Pops will see how he's putting us last

Mad as ever cause he had no other kids
Especially when he claimed that I wasn't his
What the fuck is this? Sounds like some bullshit
Who started it? His new wife was the culprit

We had to grow up quick Life was so hard
Ma-dukes hustled sick, so we wouldn't starve
Almost never had a car, always had to walk far
To the grocery store or down to the park

Grew up with nothing, but it had to change
Living in the gutter, every hood was the same
I done had enough, Learned the game
Road stayed tough Poverty to blame

Ch:
Go hard against life and don't fall short
Utilize strength from ya inner core
Mutilate ya struggles til it ain't no more
Can't reach the top til you off the floor

Verse 2:
Offensive step dad said we wouldn't mount to much
Mom often sad from his abusive touch
Forced to call him dad, plus he liked to beat us
Graciously glad when mom had enough

Tough situation to leave when afraid to get away
Hooked on drugs, We constantly prayed
Doesn't happen all the time statistics say
How God prevailed, showing her the way

Saved, not looking back, Doing fine
Kind of struggling of course, but mentally alright
She found a new guy that treated her right
Couldn't deny the future looking' bright

As time passed we became a fam
Gotta give him props, taught me how to be a man
Always dropping knowledge made me who I am
Every day I acknowledge what people don't understand

Ch:
Go hard against life and don't fall short
Utilize strength from ya inner core
Mutilate ya struggles til it ain't no more
Can't reach the top til you off the floor

Verse 3:
Living hood boy through age sixteen
A little knucklehead always tryna party
Feeling supreme, me and my team
Steadily hitting the scene, Mainstream

Homeless at seventeen, damn not again
Stayed with my relly six months to graduation
Anticipating' to get away, a situation
Then my pops gone say stay here son

Of course stipulations would have to apply
Stayed a few days, then it went awry
Graduating' in a few nights, I got outta sight
And after grad night hopped a flight

Moved in with big bro til I got my spot
Stacked up my chips, Earned all I got
Had to change from living the hard knocks
Bought a house and invested in stocks
Ya heard me

Ch:
Go hard against life and don't fall short
Utilize strength from ya inner core
Mutilate ya struggles til it ain't no more
Can't reach the top til you off the floor