I got the dreams, I got the juice.... hard part over
Now what do I do?
How do I make them stick?
Maybe, I should just swallow some glue and pray I don't get sick
"Get your head out the clouds"
"Get a grip"
Little do they now I have a firm grasp on this dream and I can't let it slip
Can't let it vanish into thin air
I need it to survive, need it to thrive, I need this dream to keep me alive
It's like bringing a knife to a gun fight
Bringin Dream into a room of pesimist.
He almost always looses, that is unless your dream is swift
quick and agile on it's feet
able to shake the haters and those who linger in disbelief
Shield it from them, misery loves company and birds of a feather flock together
so let your head stay in the clouds, thats where it belongs
right along with the eagles and always clear weather.
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