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Feel Like The Chosen 1 by Sam

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Feel Like The Chosen 1

Hip Hop

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while do i always feel like i’m the chosen?
(feel like you’re the chosen, too)
sometimes it’s not about skill or fancy moves,
just luck’s dice rolling, staking all to prove.
many called, few called-in, running life’s tight race,
some drag others down just to save their face.
you come with empty hands, so what will you claim?
no diamond in the pocket, yet you play the game.
life’s a ragged road, nothing gentle here,
but you keep your head high, trusting faith to steer.
bro, that pressure’s heavy, but soon it’ll float,
your stress like smoke, blown off by hope.
feeling like i’m the chosen, vazzy
bro, feel like you’re the chosen too...
yeah, i’m the chosen
bro, feel like you’re the chosen too...
on to god, where all doors swing wide,
music found me, luck tagged on for the ride.
i move like fire, painting night without fear,
flowing thick like rivers, heavy seas near.
dropping heat like sudden rain, fast and real,
songs hitting hard, no pauses, no deals.
i’m the chosen—call me chess-sea, a steady force,
running my own course, no need for remorse.
feeling like i’m the chosen, vazzy
bro, feel like you’re the chosen too...
yeah, i’m the chosen
bro, feel like you’re the chosen too...
chosen ‘cause you breathe when many don’t,
waiting on the clock god set, it won’t be bent.
five fingers not twins, your time will come,
slow soft steps toward the beat of your drum.
time doesn’t wait — but it carries you along,
trust the path, even when it feels wrong.
allah, jah, god — love pouring without measure,
keep your pride tight, even with pockets lesser.
the grind won’t stop, it spins, it calls your name,
chosen one, they chant, the world knows your flame.
time’s a river, flowing slow but sure,
every step, every fall, a promise pure.
hold your steve strong when the nights are long,
even empty pockets sing the chosen’s song.
feeling like i’m the chosen, vazzy
bro, feel like you’re the chosen too...
yeah, i’m the chosen
bro, feel like you’re the chosen too...
beat fades out, whispers slow and low,
chosen lives on, in the rise and flow.
(feel like you’re the chosen too...)