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.
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