Long & Winding Road - Marco Polo, First Division, Large Professor

Ayo, The road is so long plus winding, something like the letter S

Several lefts and rights, it’s ugly like a sweater vest

I’m on a quest for number one that' s why I never rest

No second best, I’m coming up as high as Everest

I write to get respect while others write to get a check, son

My mic 's my weapon in this culture I’mma wet til death do us part

Through this art I found a way to express

The rage and excess, the weights on my chest

From all the frustration, the stress

The blood, sweat, and tears accumulated over my twenty-plus spent years

On the grind working hard to find my way to success

Of the mind word is born, no time for laying depressed

But every day that I awake and I’m blessed I shall improve

While I say that I' m the greatest and best to hold the tool

By the way special guest he bless us be from Marco

It’s the Large Professor, Extra P, the Large Pro

It’s the long, winding road, cause what we been told

Keep your dreams on your goal while rustling dough

Look back, sync the new pad and the bookbag

Fully stacked, in fact make a hoodie your hat

Make whips your kicks

What you wearing?

Bottom line: Beanie' s jacked

They busting, tell ' em ease back

And jump off mine, I got a player more fine

Got back on track now the greatest of all time is here

Sorry I had to disappear

But you know how it goes when you walking that long, winding road

People you walk with might quit

Ain 't too many dudes really built for the night shift

When things get dark

Got to roll up your sleeves, not fall off the swings in the park

Like a kid again.

Problem: I get it in

Until the team come home with a win

As I begin the next chapter

Narrowing down, the X-Factor

My ode dedicated to the long, winding road

The road I’m on is kind of narrow

Eyes on the road, caution on curves

Careful!

We lock it down with persistence, yo, y’all won’t be fading our style

The kinda shit you never heard that ain' t been made in a while

Always going the extra distance can’t be

Probably be some millionaires if we was paid by the mile

But in actual capacity pound sacks with veracity

When life throws you curves you bounce back with tenacity

Just like the arch is getting stepped on sucker

We mash the pedal, pound the pavement like we kept on trucking

On this highway to courage many have fell

To turn our depths of misery, a personal hell

Seen some plenty come and go, thoughts of best the fear of foolery

Walking the same stretch since the yesteryears of puberty

Never meant to get guts spilled cattle

Forgot the soul through this uphill battle for toe

To all these bitches way too bold for their britches

Break the strong, buy the gold, we bust a load on your stitches

When G Rap had pointed me to the road to the riches

That shit just made me want to go on adventure

For that hidden treasure, only concern was on getting better

Thought it was simple like knitting a sweater

But if you long winding, all the more you go on finding

Out the key to a straight path a strong mind and spirit

Grab hold of your heart and gear it

Towards good, baseballs and Boys in the Hood

Rap world was in High School high

Golf lessons bestowed on the guy from that God in the sky

Now I rock with Marco down the block from the sty

Years later still on and looking for the next wind in the road

And it’s a good thing I' m in the mood

Got a make life longer and plus bring in a load

Of that crisp green currency, never in a hurry see

I know this game is a long winding road