This is a song about "Miracles do happen"

Brother you've got to make it happen

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Brand new airs cocaine white, feels so good but it ain't right

They feel right, these lyrical miracles 'cause i feel like

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

I sit performing miracles and i ain't even spiritual

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

You'd predict we're a bunch of miracles.

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Seriously? is this what we've allowed to happen,

Cause, i never thoughts this was gonna happen

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

But i can make it happen

Just a place that they can come

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

This maggot already knows what's going to happen