The Dream Goes On

Everybody has a story

(Beatbox beats)

And it's time to tell mine

From the bottom of my heart

The dream goes on

13, The young jack in the box

Watchin' The Box, eatin' pops and listenin' to pops tell it

I'm hearin' Tribe and De La, stakes high

J Blige, hey guys, I love to hear my pop tell it

Pops says to go to class and make grades

And don't bring that car home if it ain't A's

Do what pops says, young boy growin' up

All my homies all around me, throwin' up

I was a smart dude, haters had to face it

4.0, And it's straight to the basement

With drum kits to make hits and write rhymes

Ain't no one in the game has stories like mine

So when it's my time, I'ma let it fly

You see I'm tryin' to leave a legacy, Coretta's guy

And if they ready I, I'ma go get it

Bet I'm down to my last stack and go get it

The dream goes on and on and on

I don't know which way to go

But it's raining though

I'ma make it though

And I'ma be paid in full

The dream goes on and on and on

I don't know which way to go

But it's raining though

I'ma make it though

And I'ma be paid in full

Stop kidding, you not in it, you not hittin'

You not ghetto, you not hood, we not with it

The delegation says, you ain't black enough

You ain't pay your dues homie, you ain't rap enough

And you ain't bust your guns, you ain't clap enough

You ain't a dope boy, you ain't trap enough

Yeah homeboy, you better back it up

So I studied the game, I started stackin' up

Took my heart, I get it see there's a code

And the old saying goes that they fear what they don't know

But the only way to go was to turn into a pro

Learn the business side of things, when they spray me I was froze

Blossom, but never had a six

Just a gray box Camry from 1986

Awesome, semi on the sticks