Chorus: I woke from a dream. . . or is it a dream? I don't know. Broke from a chain of hope; couldn't see the rope I fell, groped heaven, felt euphoric for a second then it ended with a message spoke saying, "Never hope." I leapt from the ground to grasp the air again and feel the end extending my palms, smiling, sending out a call but then I hit the ground again, grunted, punted, tried again I never will stop hope and begging for the fall Verse 1: I'm asleep again, clouds part streets form, I take a walk passed the cars and barkless dogs I see Eye Won but cannot talk turn back, hit a wall turn around, another wall i'm in a room made of notebooks I open one up and take a look No words written so I gripped my pen and spit the words 'tween lines but everything I wrote seemed like gibberish and on the page turned to scribbled shit but it freed my mind the notebook disappeared and then I realized I just saved myself I grabbed the other books, wrote until they all went away looked around the place, I was in my bed Chorus: I woke from a dream. . . or is it a dream? I don't know. Broke from a chain of hope; couldn't see the rope I fell, groped heaven, felt euphoric for a second then it ended with a message spoke saying, "Never hope." I leapt from the ground to grasp the air again and feel the end extending my palms, smiling, sending out a call but then I hit the ground again, grunted, punted, tried again I never will stop hope and begging for the fall Verse 2: I'm asleep again, clouds part street forms, there she is kissed my lips, took my hand took a walk, to happiness passed the exes and regrets all the fuck ups and the fears wouldn't leave, they followed us the more we ran, the more they neared So I grabbed some branches built a fence so we could smile in peace but exes and regrets busted through the fence wouldn't leave, so I built some walls with a door to escape the door lead us to a room with paintings and her tapestries we saw it was our house, held each other with a smile then I looked around the place and I was in my bed Chorus: I woke from a dream. . . or is it a dream? I don't know. Broke from a chain of hope; couldn't see the rope I fell, groped heaven, felt euphoric for a second then it ended with a message spoke saying, "Never hope." I leapt from the ground to grasp the air again and feel the end extending my palms, smiling, sending out a call but then I hit the ground again, grunted, punted, tried again I never will stop hope and begging for the fall

My heart is heavy,  blood pumped through disassembled car parts of a chevy, thoughts sharpen machetes making confettied shards of my memories, flashes, medleys, the passions pens bleed, a sabbath's left we fractured empty flasks cast to opposing sides, now lying centuries past or so it feels, less need to grasp; hold what's real let leaves pass the lefty, and ride, drive the muddied fields, let the gas read empty, my once match breathe deadly math to later add upon our laps through laughs of hefty ventings that our mess breeds trading beauty marks we've hashed upon our rationed entries or fashion patterns in your hair to travel, lap upon your neck, leave never, let your ashen dream last and wrap this MC's severed soul, grab and never let me go back to lasses-less, Me: your endless conversation grafting happenings on your chest leav- ing You: my chap book of fantasy's wrath cast in sexy each passed assembly of past and meddlings a fast that sends me hungering for a reality drafted from these deftly crafted reveries but here I am starving marching through this mass of trash ascending writing whispers of a whimper hoping that your draft accepts me takes me in the winds again, transcend the rash intendings then just lend me to your fire with the ashes as my ending

Sketch verse: "Now with my mind clear to speak, I define fear as weeks with no money coming in, it ain't funny, can't pretend that this lifes a joke, each walk a fight for hope with visions of living on the street looking for my next mic to smoke, somberly, poverty's a choke but it'll probably leave me breathing properly possibly worse, follow me, life ironically a curse watch the water going down the drain, I can't contain the fear in my veins, spill it, put it on the page, time got the gun, put the bullet in my brain cryptic, but if you think it you could see it I thought about the saying 'if you wish it you could be it' believe me when I say i'm wishing, fishing fighting for the key, to life beyond the wishing, just to be all I could be my vision is persistent and in spite of my disease and symptoms of my sickness, a victim of my interest in my music, my passion to pursue it has captained all of movements and alluded to my truan-cy to health and wealthy living, can't defend it won't pretend it hasn't held me back, just pray that God could help me back to my feet, standing strong on ground shaky walking forward, singing songs, keeping on and vow take me only if I fail, but leave me if i'm right and help to keep my eyes seeing clearly when I breathe into the mic put my goals upon the flag waving even through the night so when my pockets feeling empty I could keep it in my sight eyes wide open, never blinded by my plight so when others needing hope, when searching, find it in my life hapless, even mapless reach the magic let misfortune be the chair to peeps they keep it in the cabinet, while they're reaching, i'm a speak to God, seeking for path to put arrival at my feet and give me reason for this madness"