The dreamer
I'm living life as I wonder what a beautiful day is
"Long as you breathe, that's the most beautiful day"
But when I look at the struggles and all the strive to get pay,
Its very hard to believe I'm living beautiful days.
Look, I ain't trying to sound like I don't like my life at all
Or like I ain't happy because I never had it all,
I'm just thinking out loud, while I count my blessings
And as the days go by l learn my daily lessons.
I know in life is very easy to self-deceit
Especially when you depend on your vice for your inner peace,
Its like you are walking on a road but you couldn't see
The road sign indicating to a deep pit;
Man, that's self condemnation in a high degree
Its takes a man to face fear and be set free
That's scaling every hurdles to achieve a dream,
Make no mistake like giving up or you are dead dreamer
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