What Seems to Be - Dream Job Slam
I go to class every day in seek of more knowledge,
deeper into debt each year I stay in college.
I have to study and use all my logic,
but have warm dreams of living in the tropics.
a dream job is an interesting topic,
having all the money i'll need in my front pocket.
guess i'll put that dream in a balloon til somebody tries to pop it,
that's why i keep dreaming hoping nobody can stop it.
i have a dream of working with great musicians,
but writing raps is my life's mission.
i know dreams are seperate from reality for a good reason,
but that doesn't mean i shouldnt try to keep em.
i want to write songs with amazing lyrics,
hoping one day the whole world will hear it.
sometimes it feels so far and some times i feel near it,
sometimes i wish i could take my head and clear it.
i want to make money not go into debt,
wish Warren Buffet would cut me a check.
this is complete madness like the month of March,
im in a constant drought like Noah's Arc.
this music to me is like art,
but why does making a living off it gotta be so hard?
Writing songs and making music is a dream to me,
but sometimes dreams aren't always what they seem to be.
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