Fantasies of other ways to exist
Feel idyllic for a minute then my mind starts to drift
Dreams shift understanding expands
Products of an ego, morphed by circumstance
A chance to escape everyday banality
Brutality that permeates the everyday mentality
How can it be achieved when it’s ever evolving?
And around what you possess is it ever revolving?
Resolved to chasing ways to waste in case
Gotta face up to the lies embraced, when placed
In a corrupt, pre-decided race, erase
Reconstruct, never quite keep pace
Gimme space, block out negative interference
So thoughts can return to a semblance of coherence
Now I want control not permission
My goals are my own, and I’m my only competition
I dream when I’m awake when I’m asleep I’m okay
My mind never stops working out the day
Constantly going know it’s the reason I’m growing
Slowing as I age, the page accumulates knowing
Selfish drivers always pay a toll
On the highway speeding careless towards the goal
I take the backroads aim where the map goes
Arriving later but I’m in control
As I hone the craft, flow and draft
Microphone attacks, I won’t be overblown like that
The open road, it opens minds and mine
Ain’t opened by the rhyme production line
Could be a schemer who’s well-financed
Could be rhymer of the lost art taking a chance
Why satisfied if the dream’s to be a millionaire?
The cash flow’s going fast though I don’t seem to care
Don’t seem to care
Don’t seem to care if I’m there
Wake up
Quit chasing the elusive dream
Wake up
Replace it with a lucid scheme
Wake up
A fresh start moving apart from the mundane
Many rappers in the frame but we’re far from the same
Epitome of style is the music it’s in
If it lacks substance then why we want to fit in?
It’s an unforgiving world, their objectives don’t make sense to me
With my propensity to control my destiny
The enemy is apathy over action
Seduced by distraction and cash over passion
Oh yeah could be making money which
Doesn’t make you rich without scratching that creative itch
Not for dollar, fame or adoration
My concentration’s on quality creation
On the mic on stage or written on page
Not a sage by age but by staying engaged
Getting at it pragmatic, keep it moving, never static
Nothing’s given automatic but for victory I’m an addict
I fuckin' hate to lose
I got ill-fated options but got to choose
Don’t let elusive dreams cause obtrusive in-betweens
The current me is not what I’ll always be
Unforeseen eventualities, flaws and fatalities
Plausible realities, morphing out of clarity
A disparity of what could be and what’s real
When desire’s dictated by the mass appeal
What if my dreams turn into nightmares when I get there?
Take care, take risk, make mistakes rare
Unaware of where the road will come out
But aware of the despair if I give in to the doubt
Without pursuing the vision can’t fail or succeed
I believe in myself and my strength to proceed
To turn a dream to scheme requires sleepless nights
Rewrite our life while we still got fight
Wake up
Quit chasing the elusive dream
Wake up
Replace it with a lucid scheme
Wake up