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I’m trying to get big, I’m trying to blow up

The thing is I don’t have no luck

I don’t know what to do

Maybe if I could play ball

And then endorse some shoe

And I be so big right out of high school

And I’d be paid enough

To take care of me and my folks

But this sister ain’t got no luck

I’m just destined to be sucked

Completely dry of everything, I try

Over and over to do something big

But I’m destined to loose and not win

If I’d known then what I know now

I got this feeling, just some how

School wouldn’t have been my way out

I would have tried to be a rapper and be on tv

Cause in today’s world rappers run everything

From broadway, c.d.s, the best bling bling and even movie screens

They got all this ish on lock

How am I supposed to do big things

I wish somebody would’ve told me that

An education wouldn’t be enough to get the new American dream

Filled with stacked dough and stretched hummer limousines

And I mean, I ain’t really into those things

But a sister can dream and hope for big things

And I just want to be able to have nice things

Not overly extravagant on vh1’s “the fabulous life of” so & so’s things

I just want to be able to take care of my parents things

And I just want to marry my best friend things

So we can be happy and have happy children things

So we won’t have to live from check to check things

I just wish I knew a way, a way that I could blow up

And then I’d be able to get out

Out of debt and out of money induced stress

And money doesn’t buy happiness, but it sure buys rest

So if I could just find some little thing nobody else did

I’ll finally be able do something and be something big.



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