palm trees

If I make it, I make it I don't, I don't But nothing can waver my eyes from my goals Whether mountains or molehills I'm climbing them both Ain't stopping when dead No, I'll try as a ghost I'm alive though I'mma keep the fight for survival so much pain I think of that dip in my hand then I palm trees so when u throw shades it could never harm call me rain Man that's my rain dance en we all in like it gangland