Dreams are for the go getters
The kind that can stoke embers
And muster a flame but my luster contains no vigor
So when my eyes close, the void grows bigger
I’m a broke n#gg#, not referring to financial figures
‘Cause I got a job, but my job ain’t fulfilling
I’m trying to make my ends meet with no end envisioned
Feel like a cog in the system turned embolism
I’m milling out my own deck, not concerned with winning
Life dealt me a decent hand but I don’t wanna play
What good is a good hand if you don’t know the game
It could be one for the books, or a set up for graves
Whether its prosperous or ominous depends on the spade
The fruits of my labor are always late for the harvest
Was spoiled rotten by potential that I could never harness
R.I.P. running on ‘E’ seeds seated in the darkness
But never breaching the surface, the dirt is where my heart sits
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