Ghetto Dream

Washing the sleep off my face, at me the sun smiled; Telling me it’s a brand new day A bright young day, a foot to start a mile And to gather my tools and make some hay Washing the dirt off my feet, my dreams jumped beguiled; Beamed with great expectancy, my joys aloft Enough strength to keep my hopes revived And to full up my hayloft Yet in my high spirits; Sometimes I feel scared and down I see my dreams split And my hopes seem to drown Cause unlike them my path is rough and muddy; I know how that woman, my mama she tries Ploughing the fields yet tough and droughty And drenching up her purse, tearfully she cries Washing the sleep off my face, patiently awaits my journey; I was not born with a silver spoon and neither will I be pushed on a gurney So with this mindset I set my mind That no matter where my dream is, deeper will I mine.