1995

I had a dream when I was young
Some folks didn't believe
Way back in 1995
It was a different scene
We rocked our starter coats
Puffed stolen smokes
Never into askin
Slung poems at Riverfront  
For just a buck
Was stuck in different passions
Pencil and notebook held my hopes
Sometimes I couldn't breathe
No lack of rhyming or good timing
Just afraid I'd scream
Where I am from there was no dumb never room for actin
We play for real, How's hunger feel
Just walk the block and ask them
I'd be a lie if I survived
 and said I gave no fucks
I loved the oldheads that loved stone
Because they'd trade for bucks
Hope fate ain't struck cause I felt stuck
Lost in my words and dreams
Can't eat potential if I was meant to
I'd be bursting at my seams
Like how's he seem so bright just acting like his brain's a vacancy
So I don't expect them to hold spectrum
Got a light that they can't see
I see success as me invested in my word
Not clever lady luck
Stayed brave and bold just to say that  
I Never gave up