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My American Heart Moving On

Moving on, moving on Is what I know I do best But it's so hard to do, hard to do When you're out in the mid-west Oh, I wish my heart was fine-tuned

at my forehead, my faith still strong With all I've been through, you would think my faith gone But nope, I hold my stance in stone I move mountains

we'll burn the place If ya don't see me at the crib Mean I'm on the road, puttin' food on the table for my kids All my hungry hustlas made it stick

round, 'round And they notice, they notice, you would shut it Hey, oh These girls ain't got nothing on you They ain't got nothing on you They ain't got nothing on

listening in my business, trying to fuck up my move (What about us?) What about my niggaz still out on the street? (What about us?) What about my partners

Heaven in the form of a girl, everybody's sayin' My angel, my sunshine Bless the day that I found Heaven in the form of a girl My best friend, my good

now is depressing Negative energy Generated from the snakes and the centipedes You will remember me I just get the storm started Cold-blooded, warm-hearted Either way you on target Move

what i feel, my mind and body's appeal is to the no-frill mills, who hear the beats to chill constantly, I'm hearing Black Americans just sneering

(Boy)Beautiful (x7) Uh, Chip on my shoulder big enough to feed Cambodia see I Neva fit into they quotas Sneakers wasn?t fitting and my knees needed