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Yeah...it's been a long time coming y'all... |
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We dreamin' big...(it's the anthem)... it's |
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Group 1Yo since the first time this little boy picked up a mic |
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I've been dreaming for the day that you would hear it and like |
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Every word that |
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I spit hoping you could relate |
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To every pain that |
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I've been feeling since |
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I came out the gate |
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Used to dream about making it a six-figure deal |
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To show this world that this life that |
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I've been living is real |
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When I make it |
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I'm gonna do everything that |
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I've promised |
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By remaining honest and praise to my |
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God I'll pay homage |
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Take my parents out the stress that they've known all they life |
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And pay all of their bills never gotta work till they die |
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No more asking for extensions to avoid late fees |
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And no more late nights crying by their bed on their knees |
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No buying food on credit cause we're lacking the funds |
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No more wondering where all of this money will come from |
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God will see me to the day when these words breathe life |
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And manifest the very faith that |
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I continue to write[Chorus:] |
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A young kid growing up it was hard to adapt |
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The world didn't love me so |
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I started to rap it's cause... |
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I...I have a dream, |
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I...I have a dream |
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Late nights all alone steady feeling confused |
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I took a look at my life ain't got nothing to lose it's cause... |
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I...I have a dream, |
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I...I have a dream |
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A young girl growing up it was hard to adapt |
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I felt like every other girl was given life with a map |
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They seemed to know where they were going |
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I didn't know jack, |
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I had to play it cool never let them see where |
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I'm atBut baby girl got tired, and |
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I would never see my daddy |
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All the boys were liars, and they were always getting at me |
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You see I tried hard to remove all the scars |
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But I could never see my dreams they were always too far |
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Dreams of being free dreams of being able to sing |
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I dreamt a man loved me cause |
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I wasn't scared to be me |
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I saw a life where every woman had respect for herself |
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And every little girl would run and ask her mommy for help |
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I'm not afraid to write a song that exposes my pain |
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I lived my life backwards so when it poured it rained |
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But I got through the weather now |
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I'm changing the game |
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And dreaming remains the source of everything we proclaim |
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A young buck only knee high |
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With thoughts of reaching the sky |
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Rocked ball caps but knew |
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My crown was a king size |
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A product of my father's labor |
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And my mother's reprise |
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To keep my eyes past the |
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Blue collar and live wise |
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I can't lie, |
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I thought of what it would be like |
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If I compromise |
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Walk a lie |
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Spit death instead of life |
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Choose to cross the line |
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Keep a foot on both sides |
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But the dream is too large |
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For it to be hid inside |
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My kid's seeds will inherit daddies dreams |
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Daddies dreams of never having to hustle for the green |
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Or being a slave to mans work |
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Just to meet their needs |
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And mami and papi |
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Will reap the harvest of my deeds |
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I paint a path for a generation to come |
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No longer a peasant or slave |
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Your own kingdom |
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I scream freedom |
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And let it echo through the slums |
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Rise up pump your fist |
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And march to the pace of the drum |
