tbt (dreams)

they askin' me about my story

let me tell 'em the truth

i started with a dollar and a dream

scratch that

i barely had enough money to get back and forth to the studio

let alone to record and then mix and master

so poor that my pockets empty prayin' that it all works out

a 9-to-5 grind can really make your mind bug out

you talk about your dreams and people start to tune you out

so second guessin' every move until you plan a new route

this feel like two thousand and twelve when i was stocking shelves at target

payed $8.25 an hour

dreaming 'bout making an album

thinking how can i survive with this meager existence

when this dream of mine is out of reach like it's off in the distance

chasin' after it

feelin' fatigued

i got persistence

that's that second wind shit

these mental one mile wind sprints

training for this fucking marathon

long

hard

i'm quick to get to my goal

that's the point

john wall

resting on a pedestal

that's the fastest way to fall

above all

i keep my head high and press forward

in hopes that people press play" and say that i'm the dopest