[Chorus: Dan Marsala]
I'm still here, still standing
And I've come too far now to let it go
I'll be here, still bleeding
And I just thought that I'd let you know
[Verse 1: Stevie Stone]
Underhanded, still upstanded
Not pretending, so colossal
In the trenches, through the fences
Jumped through hurdles and all the obstacles
So relentless, let me vent this
In my sleep, could do it with my eyes closed
Intermission, I had a vision
It was me telling myself that anything is possible
Hard work, dedication
All alone it's like meditation
Hard times, ups and downs
Boxed in with no ventilation
Claustrophobic we on the deep end
No one injecting, these words are sacred
In the city when I'm on the weekend
Back and forth but I'm staying patient (I'm staying patient)
Roller coaster
Nobody knows how I still be standing
I was broke without a pot to piss in
Take a little picture, make sure it's candid
I brace for landing (Brace for landing)
Lord knows I really want a Grammy
I've visualized it like 3 in the morning
Me and Wrek and Bernz when we was in Miami
I've manifested this, not illusion
Sacrificed, so my spot is proven
Low was 30, watch out I'm moving
Before you count me out and start drawing conclusion
Gonna feel this
Good things take time
You could find me in the front line
With a vibe, and I-
I'm still here, still standing
And I've come too far now to let it go
I'll be here, still bleeding
And I just thought that I'd let you know
[Verse 1: Stevie Stone]
Underhanded, still upstanded
Not pretending, so colossal
In the trenches, through the fences
Jumped through hurdles and all the obstacles
So relentless, let me vent this
In my sleep, could do it with my eyes closed
Intermission, I had a vision
It was me telling myself that anything is possible
Hard work, dedication
All alone it's like meditation
Hard times, ups and downs
Boxed in with no ventilation
Claustrophobic we on the deep end
No one injecting, these words are sacred
In the city when I'm on the weekend
Back and forth but I'm staying patient (I'm staying patient)
Roller coaster
Nobody knows how I still be standing
I was broke without a pot to piss in
Take a little picture, make sure it's candid
I brace for landing (Brace for landing)
Lord knows I really want a Grammy
I've visualized it like 3 in the morning
Me and Wrek and Bernz when we was in Miami
I've manifested this, not illusion
Sacrificed, so my spot is proven
Low was 30, watch out I'm moving
Before you count me out and start drawing conclusion
Gonna feel this
Good things take time
You could find me in the front line
With a vibe, and I-
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