No Turning Back Out of Eden

I remember begging my mom for these Z. Cavarricci's
With a striped genera shirt just to rock with these brutini's
I begged and I begged, of course she said no
So I committed to cutting grass just to conjour up the dough
With a little extra change I'll cut a slope and a fade
I'll be the freshest of the men in the midst of ninth grade
It's crazy how we place these small things as important
While the monument's reminding us of washed up Jordan's
Rivers that is, not the b-ball player, told the mountains to
Move and now there's no more Himalayas

Had to set the devil straight since he was highly overrated
Spoke and mountains moved and then the Alps disintegrated
Racing through the fire I perspire like He times me
And cross the finish line to realize that He's refined me
Can't wait for morning breaks as joy turns from sorrow
Busting victory laps around mount Kilimajarro

Oh, we've made it this far and there's no turning back now
With all of the joy deep inside
We'll be praising His name, clapping hands while we're singing
And dancing 'til the morning light, that's right, that's right

Weight upon my shoulders, held a burden and they thought
I'd never make it over, so I had to prove them wrong
I never stopped believing, not a doubt in my mind
The blessings I'm receiving, have cast the fears aside, yeah