keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin i don t rush rhymes i count down the minutes my hands took pushin pens perfectin rap hooks my rap books inspired by the spirit of sam cooke i know it s god s plan so i don t act shook what s that mean it means that i can t be booked by an a r tellin me i can t be raw forced to rhyme about a gold chain that hang to the floor i plan to see more than all of my fam s seen before i move forward mom s told me that she d do it with style and travel the world if she never had a child and i had to smile and thank god that she did her thing as a caged bird given the gift to sing and a day that she hoped would bring a chance for one of her babies to grow up and spread those wings cause nowadays most broads can t hold their own too dependent on a man and can t be alone the bedroom s the only place they re used to being grown so every month they got a different dude all up in they home layin up watchin tv answerin the phone cookin crack smokin weed cleanin out his chrome he tryin to get money she just a part of the plan a spot to lay low but she thinks she got her a man ain t nothin worse than a single mother s despair hungry and scared kids wishin pops was there every day it gets harder to bear she wonders if her kids would be better off in foster care but she holds on she s so strong knowin life goes on and gains strength from an old song played on the radio keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin back to reality another gun shot another casualty down the block crime scene surrounded by cops apathetic while the people stand around and watch she s in the window wishin that the violence would stop i m on my way home from work gettin off of the bus saw the ambulance figured that somebody got touched but i m happy that it ain t nobody i love a fallen soldier in a street war that died over drugs it gotta be bad karma cause last time i saw him he was alive standin on the very same corner out to take what the streets had to offer chest pokin out as if he had body armor i guess not when it gets hot you can get got and get left without your life in the same spot it s ill could you imagine how it would feel to be dead and not even know you just got killed just a spirit wondering if it s real lookin down at your own bloody body while it lies there still it s time to build  keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin keep movin 