“Promised Land” Aaron Cole Lyrics

It’s January 31st I’m in a 97 Volvo
Cruising down the street with my ace young Ricardo
Walk in the grocery store our skin got us cursed
Getting weird looks an old lady clinched her purse
Lady, I don’t want your bag I’m too focused on mine
Instead of being offended I’m just used to it by now
So we rolled out of the store
Straight to the dealership
Copped a brand new BMW and I’m feeling it
We put that thing in drive
I’m just living life with my guy
But this life make me feel E like I’m Allen with the rock
When I came out my momma already had a different fight
An hour with my whip and all I see is blue lights
Officer what’s the problem
License and registration
All he saw was black boy living and started hating
Martin ain’t march for this we still dreaming up in this basement
I know God got a plan being patient boy we gon’ make it like

Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
We gon’ make it to the Promised Land
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
We gon’ make it to the Promised Land
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
We gon’ make it to the Promised Land
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
We gon’ make it to the Promised Land

It’s February 17th young boy on his grind
He tryna’ level up but he got too much on his mind
His mom hooked on drugs and his pop left at nine
So he’s left in his room with no food just his rhymes
Next thing you know young homie in a gang
Drunk every night and last week he robbed a bank
Wrong crowd got my young boy going insane
Come back youngin’ just come back to the dream
But my dude lost hope he don’t wanna hear no more quotes
Said if God love me why He got me on the ropes
Why my pops don’t love me why my mom on dope
Why my life in whirlwind I don’t know if I can cope
Cause God testing ya patience
Promise that you gon’ make it
You just gotta trust ’em to take it
The Promised Land is awaiting
Jesus ain’t die for this we still dreaming up in the basement
I know God Got a plan being patient boy we gon’ make it like

Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
We gon’ make it to the Promised Land
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
We gon’ make it to the Promised Land
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
We gon’ make it to the Promised Land
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
We gon’ make it to the Promised Land

Writer(s): Aaron Tyrese Cole, Cole Edward Walowac