Nostalgic Dream

I tie my bow tie and lace up my shoes, 

grab a drink from the fridge maybe some juice.

Tad bit from "HOPE",but the kid will made do.

Hold up who are you? Coming into my house out the straight blue, oh a fan nothing new, if only you knew im a grown up fool its sad but true

Fooled by cash and fame, its funny how I can barely maintain same mane that never gains now different things I gain.

Instead of roaches and dirt, roming in the streets where UNKNOWN faces lurk, I work when I want to work I finally feel what its worth. Whats pinching me it hurts. Look to what I gave birth

Brother I own this, reminiscences of throwing fits, fella couldnt own it 

or live up to it, Now i got money and I'm the one selling it my house is proof that these fans and customers are loving it.

DONATING hope and dreams gives me a quick fix, the hope that will fix a kid with no dreams, broken dreams you stuck in the mix im the avenger of dreams young entreprenuer I'm the DREAM KING

Feels like minutes but hours it been, grab them dividens I'll go to work in the benz, my company makes money for me so that I can spend, there goes that pinching again but then

I awoke another senior without "HOPE" pushing me to smoke

bro wake up ma made toast so now im woke but this dream wont become broke lets make a toast

To these Nostalgic Dreams