Push by D.J [[Miguel]]

My mother never told me that I can be whatever I wanted to be.
Because she knew the statistics already held a position for me.

It started out with 12 of us.
Me and my crew, all the cool kids knew,
Cuz we were the loudest motherfuckers in the whole highschool.
We had a plan for the future, had it layed out too.
Thought we were ahead of the game, but we just spoke too soon.

+Stats say; 1 out of 6 of your friends
Gon’ cut class till one day you never see them again+

So, it was 10 of us.
Chillen, barely passin’ class.
Sittin’ in the back and cuttin’ everybody ass.
Always talkin’, but stood shut when a question was asked.
Until we found out we ain’t have enough credits to pass.

+Stats say; 10% of us think way too late,
And when the time comes, we won’t even graduate+

So, it was 9 of us.
Tassles to the left, I take a look at my mom.
She cryin’, I’m glad I don’t gotta deal with this shit at prom.
All fun, we got it in to our favorite songs.
We headed home, free crib, boutta get it on.
We planned it out, I’m finally gonna get her alone.
But the car crashed cuz he had too many shots of Patron.

+Stats say; 32% of traffic deaths are a result of drunk driving.
Leaving a slim chance of all you night clubbers of surviving+

So, it was 6 of us.
Way different from how we were in the start.
4 years later, already hit the halfway mark.
6 down, 6 to go. We holdin’ on for dear life.
Try to do the right thing and never think about it twice.
Don’t look back, no regrets. Stay on course through the night.
But sometimes you feel so left, that even death looks right.----Common----
You see, life’s just a game that you can’t control.
And when you’re stuck, people like to use cheat codes.
But they come with reprocusions. Truth be told.
It’s like Grand Theft Auto without free roam.

+Stats say; 59% of us are in jail.
That’s why we’re the minorities.
So someone better shift the direction of this fuckin’ story, please.
And if it ain’t you or you, then I’ma tell you what’s it gonna be.
It will be the spit comin’ out my mouth, landin’ right in front of me.

Let it settle and feed the roots of your soul.
Cuz these kids should be taught more than the best way to roll.
And fuck Jim Jones and every 167 seconds of his youtube video.
Which they felt was more appropriate than a damn porno.
But listen, I’d rather see a little boy admiring the anatomy of a woman.
Then seeing him learn about drugs and how to push it.

I guess these hustlas forgot the whole purpose of hustlin.
It was the only option left when you were in the dirt, strugglin’.
Meant to get back up on your feet, then be on your way.
Yet I see these same niggaz on the corner every gad damn day.
And it pisses me off, that these dudes are considered pushers.
And they don’t push shit.
They settled.
They’re tryna build mountains with pebbles.
And while they’re pacing back and forth 100 times,
I’m focused on pushin’ mine.
My boulders that stand together, yea the journey’s long.
But in the end it’s all worth it, because they stand strong.
And when those “Pushers” think that they’re finally on top of their mountain,
It all comes crumbling down, and they find themselves startin’
From scratch and by then,
Everyone used up the boulders and they’re stuck with pebbles again.
But I can’t front.
You’ll find a few pebbles at the base of my mountain
Because over time, you grow and back then I was an ant.
But I can’t and I won’t ever go back to pushin’ pebbles,
And fuck pushin’ rocks,
Cuz rocks were the limits that statistics put on our grandparents,
Who raised our parent on those theories,
Who’ve used what they learned from those tales on lessons for us,
And now we’re proving those stereotypes correct.
And I’m not lettin’ no one tell me what I can and can’t do.
So I’ma push, and keep pushin’ and I won’t stop until
I birth some inspiration into these kids who can’t tell the difference between a boulder and a pebble.

My mother never told me that I could be whatever I wanted to be,
Because she knew that the statistics already held a position for me,
But I turned it down, and I kept on pushing my boulder to the top of my mountain.

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