The Dream Close At
I lost sight of my goals; so I checked the score lead’
My heart pumps greed and my dreams are squalid
This sore deed stumps creed, but my start was solid
My own commencement tie hangs inside your closet
But my own brain pays tribute to the dream close at’
I might stumble on my humble; my dream is close at’
I will crumble n fumble, but I will stream on those flat
Everything happens for a reason, no matter the logic
Criminals steal and go to prison, but aren't that ironic?
My Life is vividly scripted; I’m just waiting for that page’
I might be in this odd path, but I’ll break out of this cage
I was born to be intelligent, and I’ll become successful
I might be a dream Legend, but I’m not a success fool
Now it’s time to raise my ceiling, cos my dream is close
Now it’s time to start healing, n stand by my own toes
With all this horrific feelings, this is the life that I chose
I turned my soul into crafty circles, so now I want out
You can hand me my luscious dream’, or leave it close at’
I want to nurture my own clutches, where’s my dose at?
You might control my soul, but you don’t own my spirit
Let me play my own role, or you’ll choke till you spit it’
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