leave em in the dust niggas eat my dust living in the clouds I see it all see it leaving nothing inperceived as it unfold , I m thinking bau gold in my mind mold it to unmold, being as I leave them behind, my state of mind work for God I gotta cross the road to the finish line I have to cross over the distraction in the road to the hill *2(speed, fast) the finish line is in site , now I pray to the lord ,"give me strength to grip the victory for the race"am I the first or the last ( I don't know) I will see you in my dreams take my hand hold it and never let go (lest I fall) the starting line is no where in sight we are many in the race way too many to see all the runners , I just know that I must hold the victory I saw that I crossed the road and sat down on top of the hill , (now)lord may you kindly note that I need to overcome to have victory with my father(God) motion power righteousness