Solomon Childs - Footsteps of Life lyrics

[Intro: Solomon Childs] Ok, yeah, yeah, Heroin Stop f**ing saying my name, these n***as know who the f** I am [Chorus: Solomon Childs] These footsteps of life, these footsteps of life My footsteps of life, you live it the way you wanna live it You only get to live one life My footsteps of life, these footsteps of life These footsteps of life, you live it the way you wanna live it You only get to live one life [Solomon Childs] I look up, and I thank the Lord, that I breathe another day I saw A-Rod and Barry Bonds, hit homeruns in the same day A part of history, a bomb barade I stay in all black like N.W.A The East Coast's illest delivery, certified in the pave Poverty's Hell's Kitchen, the mack 11 equivalent to the lyrics I'm spitting R.I.P. to Stack Bundles, another hip hop soul is missing That's why I keep one in the head for them snakes that hissing Nowadays who do I trust, the marijuana made it too clear I be 28 this year, and I'm already getting grey hairs No elevators to slice with the stairs I'm setting out to make it Whether how many times I fail, our Messiash's never scared Just put on more metal gear [Chorus] [Solomon Childs] I was brought up in the era of Rakim EPMD fisherman hats, my old man at the race tracks Vials of crack, Dolomite movies versus The Mack Alligator skin British Knights Rusty housing pipes, Sergio jeans and tights Bruce Lee, put your lighters in the air My real n***as support this ThunderCats, He-Man, G.I. Joe, Jim V-I-N, the big cellies, the E-tonics I wanted my waves to spin like Mike Kelly's Gold fronts like Kenny Hawk, when I spoke I wanted n***as to move like I was Inf in Mahoney's Park Shoot at them rasta boys like I was James Dale I had my Sugar Ray Leonard, Marvin hat and the cup From Burger King, WBLS bu*ton, my Batman ring Remember mama cried, when Marvin Gaye died And they put his pops in handcuffs on the news Ricky Shroder was the star of Silver Spoons Hard floors, no carpets in my room Sunday school, scuffs on my church shoes, flat tops and half moons Wiffleball bat dues, Pat Benatar grooves, Rest in Peace To my cousins, Jerry Lynwood and Gumba Til I see you, shine doula [Chorus]