Fonzworth Bentley - Believe It lyrics

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I am six one three ..

Back in summer school they called me shrink

Violin was the instrument they want me to …

Miss ..i need a main stream ..

I practice all night

I practice all day

My little brother .. mama saying

Please stop him playing that thing

She replied we must suffer one day he will be great

It was 6th grade…it didn’t mean a thing

And by the time I made it to the 8th grade …

I did it again

Culturally it was outcast …

And the whole feel .. the entertainment

.. didn’t matter to my parents

You will get your degree

..

If you held your head up high

And just believe

Don’t know some times the load is hard to pay

If you believe you will see

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