The Lost Dreams

Was a lil kid curious about the world
Was so naïve that too much was exposed
Is that the community I want to be in?
Is that the kind of life I want to be livin`?
I don’t think so…


A kid I was, a doctor wannabe
A man I am, accounting material
I ask myself, how can this be?
Is this my future's funeral?
In those two, there's no similarity
Incredible…
Doing something I don’t want is not me.
Doing what I'm doing don’t give me a fee
What to become of me, I don’t know
I may reach Trump's money, but satisfaction is low
I feel no pain but my heart is broken
What a world! Life's shocking`


I hate my life, it's not good.
Don’t ever run away, you always could.
Fighting for what you believe in, that, you should.
Even when say you can't, especially in the hood.
In the end I address the parents and say
Support your kid's dreams, even it's made out of clay
Kids, believe in yourselves if you may
And don’t forget, Life is a ray!