(Hook)
Waiting for the clouds to part….
Waiting to be out of the dark…
If our future’s bright, then the present is an overcast
And we want it to be over fast
Let’s Shine!

Verse 1:
Gotta get above the clouds without an aircraft
That without a doubt is such a rare task
Findin’ it hard to grin or just share laughs
So you vent when that [bad word] stick and snare clash
No Plan 
Plan A’s weak
Mentally and physically drained and you can’t sleep
Rent’s a month over due as of last week
shadow of your future self below a vast peak
While people walking past like they can’t speak
Ignored
‘Cause without rich [bad word] you [bad word] poor
Quit more
Drowning your spirit with liquor
And victor
Isn’t a realistic picture
But you still take a shot and develop it
For the [bad word] of it
And you pray when you wake that you’ll be relevant
And put your best on you’re no longer worst off
Slaving at a job you hate for a jerk off
U just wanna be kissed by the sun
Where your daughter’s always safe in the midst of having fun
Having some will more than due when you’re used to having none
Disregard the chatter from no-it-alls who haven’t won
While you’re….

(Hook)
Waiting for the clouds to part….
Waiting to be out of the dark…
If our future’s bright, then the present is an overcast
And we want it to be over fast
Let’s Shine!

Verse 2:
Parents couldn’t do the job they signed up for
Gave you life but they should’ve gave you much more
Won’t judge but I surely won’t applaud’em
Their lost and somebody gotta raise the child for em’
Now you’re in and out of various households and juvy
Cross paths of ghetto fab to white colllar and boushi
Who answer the call of duty
Or is it [bad word] for a check
But regardless of their motives they feel you owe em’ respect
You don’t know how to act like you got a part in a movie
But lack direction
How do you show love, if you never
Had Affection
Dying slow [bad word] like you got a
Bad infection
Ain’t no bandaid for manmade…..
Self hate
It heals slow but I’m not sho
If you’ll wait
Education’s the medication to get your
Self straight
The war within you reached a stalemate
But good gotta win in the end or else jail waits
Broken souls, cell mates, followed by [bad word] s gates
For “Bad Apples” failure waits in the belly of the beast
And it’s never gonna cease ‘til you choose to el’vate
I’m ready when you are, to cel’brate ‘til then kin

(Hook x2)
Waiting for the clouds to part….
Waiting to be out of the dark…
If our future’s bright, then the present is an overcast
And we want it to be over fast
Let’s Shine!