Dreaming of a love, I wonder will I get it.
If I get to top from the bottom, will I miss it?
I use to sit and think, and now I write how i feel,
If anyone cares how I feel, will I ever get a deal?
Will, momma be proud, is she still looking down?
if I keep flowing when I rhyme will I eventually drown?
god I don’t know no more, its a hard life we living.
I thank nasa for proving the skies is not the limit.
In a universe of unknown possibilities,
Combatting compatibility, im blessed with agility..
And if I change, I only hope that I see my ways.
I could change for the money, but im hoping that freedom pays.
I been a slave to society, the demons been eyeing me.
But the angels keep flying to me, its such irony.
And every since that shot, and im still able to walk.
Even through all the listening I’m still able to talk.