You're Enough

Yo, yo. I like pro wrestling. I like it a lot. All my friends tell Me, "Don't you know it's fake?" I like what I like, I didn't come to Debate. I enjoy weird things. Yeah, I used to be afraid, or better yet Ashamed that people would tease me when they came To my house and saw my video games, Telling me to grow up, start acting my age, Or say I'm too old to be dancing on Stage. Blue hair, retro tees out in public, Feeling like I'ma get punished. Wouldn't life be boring if everybody does it? Bust it. You ain't gotta like it 'cause Ran Gonna love it. The hardest thing to do doesn't Need help. It's in a world of copycats trying To be yourself, and you can do it, Too. When you win, I win, and I'm oh So happy with the skin I'm in. You are worthy, you are loved. You are you, and you're enough. And I came to tell you not to give Up. And you don't stop. You are special, you are tough. You are you, and you're enough. And I came to tell you not to give Up. And you don't stop. Do you believe in magic? Well, I sure do, 'cause I believe that there's Magic inside you. Now, can you make magic? Well, I try to. Spellbinding every day with my Crew. Believe in my heart and the spark that Ignites the idea that binds and climbs to new Heights with no room for doubt when it's time To soar, so open the windows, unlock the doors, And believe in yourself. Trust in your flow. Believe that the seed that You plant, it will grow. Believe in your team. Practice and strive. Many minds, one goal, keeping the dream alive. Hey, you might not agree with me, But I'm only here 'cause someone believed in me. When we come together, we come correct, 'cause you Deserve love and respect. So never forget, you are worthy, You are loved. You are you, and you're enough. And I came to tell you not to give Up. And you don't stop. You are special, you are tough. You are you, and you're enough. And I came to tell you not to give Up. And you don't stop. Hi, I'm MC Lars. My magic tree house was under the cherry trees In our backyard in Montclair, California. My sister and I would sit there in our Swimsuits whenever it rained and just let it pour Down on us like the world was still gentle. We felt safe, like nothing bad could ever happen. That smell of the wet leaves, the sound of Water hitting the patio, it was everything. And then we grew up, and California dried up. Fires came, rent skyrocketed, and I had to leave. I think about that yard all the time. The cherry trees are gone now. The house belongs to someone else. But for a moment, it felt like the planet Could heal one day, like time would never move. I miss that more than I can ever explain.