Dreams to follow , Dreams to follow
The Young kid, His head was hollow
The feeling of danger makes it hard to swallow
But my mind is took to a different place
Where everything is safe
As longest you follow the road to glory
You will make all the fame and have many stories
I remember growing up at school
i was a fool it wasnt the best
now i look back i mustve failed every test
I also had cancer, i guess i was blessed
i had my parents stressed
they didnt think i would make it
But come to grow up , my fathers a dog
he thinks im dumber then a log
but i tellem my music is going to do it
writting a song , my mind it soothes it
i dont take making music as a way for the fame
just to show people my life and explain
the only thing that keeps me sane
I tried love , but r.i.p to tht feelin i sent it above
but when push comes to shove
ill try a different rhyme - WillyMurda
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