Dreams
Let them see what you face everyday
hoping you come home without a bullet in your dome
Let them see the struggle everyday
From eating cereal with water to
Seeing your mom crying because she cant pay the rent
Show them what the real struggle is
Coming from a hood
Where kids need to steal food
Instead of picking up a book
Cover their eyes so they can't see
Make them find the path
To make it out of the streets
So they can know what its like
To follow your dreams
When you're coming
from the streets
The beautiful Struggle made me stronger
I forgive those who tried putting a chain on my feet
Trying to stop me from opening the doors to my dreams
I thank the people who doubted me everyday
Because thanks to them
I stand Brave and Fearless
Ready for what's coming next
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