Lost With Dreams

I was thinking about dreams the other day. You know how big our dreams are when we’re young? We think so grand. For me, I wanted to be a famous MC traveling the world with mad adoring fans, making millions of dollars, driving expensive cars, mad fine ass women, etc. As you get older, you find yourself having to make that compromise. You want to just do your art but “real life” gets in the way of that. You have to find a way to pay your bills. You get a job, the job eats up so much of your time all you can do is the job and your art suffers.

You find yourself with not enough time to do the things you need to do to make your art your job. You can’t invest the time to make your art pay your bills because of the job that you have that pays your bills but can’t quit because what’s going to pay your bills until your art can? It’s really a brain busting situation. After quitting numerous jobs and going through numerous ups and downs with your art, the grandiose dreams come to an end. You no longer aspire to be grand, you’d still like to be, but you’d be happy if you could just make a living off of your art, If you could just pay your bills with your art. That becomes your caret and your compromise.

Thinking about all this led me to create this song called “Lost With Dreams” I haven’t recorded it yet. My boy Willshire from Detroit produced the track for this and y’all will hear it soon enough. For now you can read the lyrics below.

Chorus
Sometimes I…Dream/ sometimes I sleep/ and then I wake up/ I wake up/ see I don’t…dream/ I just… sleep/ and in the morning/ in the morning/ in the morning I

verse
Feel mocked by the sky/ say if you’re scared to lose can’t win won’t try/ jump out the window/ fail fall die/ but you don’t want to die man you just want to fly/ can’t accomplish these things/ when you wasn’t born with wings/ and it’s a false accomplishment to achieve on the strings/ but you say fuck it/ go ahead and play puppet/ drop down to your knees and appease pleas to suck it/ acquire what you desire and perceive as what you must get/ if it’s something you must get/ get/ side of the bed/ open palms to the side of my head is where I sit/ refusing to admit that these shoes don’t fit/ every step I take/ there’s a smile to conceal the fact that it ache/ how long can I can kiss the snake and avoid the venom it make/ miss dreaming/ now it’s more often I sleep and wake

Sometimes I…Dream/ sometimes I sleep/ and then I wake up/ I wake up/ see I don’t…dream/ I just… sleep/ and in the morning/ in the morning/ in the morning I

Praise the lord I’m not dead/ thoughts so heavy it’s hard to raise my head up off the bed/ trying to get past the past/ I dash/ when I’m out of gas I crash like I aint know that I was going that fast/ life is a mascaraed/ I’m often missing a mask/ and the way I sometimes feels as is if I am missing mass/ still I stand for it/ say life passes most people by while they’re making grand plans for it/ paid the price and still can’t afford it/ as my mind tries to align the planets in my orbit/ think/ yeah it stink but it’s your shit/ I need a drink/ as I dive in the bottle and sink/ it shatter/ cut by the shards I bleed ink/ sadder/ if it was all for what I thought matter/ yeah I hate to suffer/ but fuck it I’d be glad ta/ just for the chance to get close enough to grab her