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Testo: Joe Budden. I'm Serious (Long Way To Go).

Chorus:
im feeling tired and the pain shows
your such a long way to go now
such a long way to go, gotta be strong by myself now, such a long road.
?? 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 im here now

JOE:
please lord something gotta give, they say for every negative there's a positive. but i aint positive for every buck deposited, we still in the hood livin like hostages. never mind colleges, school of hardknock scholarship dealing with politics, i would just self success in the store if i could ??, but i aint a millionaire won't see me ??. life is like a beach chair when you can afford one. ruger loaded just incase the war come, might as well everything iss comin to the forefront. we declare & just to think & fuck a drink and my two-step nigga 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 chanting, so if i fall like beyonce I just get back up and keep dancing.

chorus

never met a goal that i couldn't reach, never been a lesson i couldn't teach. i done been thru 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, whne its game time all we do is ball. my niggas'll be here in one call, one call. when shit gets heavy all i do is pick up the phone aint gotta go through nothing alone, when shit get heavy all i do is pick up the phone aint gotta walk through this world alone, if I'm on my own.

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 mee.

chorus:

JOE:
im chasing after pies with bags under my eyes, you looking at my representative mask is a disguise, and i don't do things like i used to. the past is the past, im presently thinkin` bout the future. certain niggas bettin i fall, im speed joggin through the quick sand, im jugglin 3 medicine balls see im coming up, used to share a room with 2 cell-mates now i tower over the devil but this aint hell date. long way to go i see my feet getting blisters. how dare em' talk to me like mike richards or play don imus, & think its cool to disrespect our sisters i guess we gotta wyle fore' they actually get the picture. i think about virginia tech, i think about katrina. niggas 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 keeep steppin`.

chorus

(Thanks to jaeeee for these lyrics)