Touch The Sun by Tyrese Pope Lyrics

[Verse 1: Noah Diggs]
Listen to the way that I spit
I'm fightin'
I write then I reach for the light
On tight grip
I might be nawin' at the game
They bitin'
I could never join the dark you I'ma light me
Turn into a kite
Either way they gon' have a brotha crucified
Prolly G-O-D
They wishin' death behind the lights
Stereotype they fight me
I would rather wear some black shoes and a white tee
Spittin it back
I never quit it
I'm determined
He's the lit show
Ho she's learned to work to earn this
I'm dreamin' brotha tryna figure
Out if it's worth it