I'm so sick of my town wannabe city
People make fun of your dreams cause you outside the box,
Scared that your plan may unfold into success
and land you on top,
This town ain't nothing but full with people that had hopes
on one day live their dreams,
But thats hard to do when your making robbing schemes,
Lost souls cloud the air hoping to be found,
But their faint memories keep them humble as they
float around,
Wish I wasn't born here,
But without knowledge of it I'll be lost,
Ain't nothing but pain and heartache on the wait for me,
Knowledge of my future says otherwise do to my
feelings of me having the key,
The key of breaking cycle of failure and disappointment,
Never acknowledge by thought but, it did in time that
it was meant to be,
My wings are too big for this town measure,
My expanding growth of thought to once began in dimes
into unlimited treasure,
I will win this war that I battle with my heart & soul,
Victory of winners that once taunted me with their fame,
With my plots and schemes for success that yet to be told,
Not for the money just for the FACT that you'll remember my name,
The hope in my family isn't lost yet, IT STILLS BREATHES,
In my eyes I see it clear as day, just not ready to be cease,
