14. A Dream Differed

"Son, shoot for the skies" is what they told me
So I aimed for the Moon but landed in the backyard
I guess my destiny had other intentions for me
To go over it's twice as hard to be seen for what you are
And I know I deserve more than this by far
Some take me for a joke because i'm local
But my vocals are solar and so far
I'm only seen as a sparkle within the star spangled
When in fact i'm of the substance that makes the banner
That allows you to see where hip-hop is at worldwide
When my tape is inside your stereo or walkman i'm talking to you
The true B-Boy and the B-Girl who be constantly having to undo
What's society takes us for
It's a civil war and civilized
Having support is so short cause it's profitable
They treat us like ghosts
Pretending they don't see us
When our presence yeah it haunts them
And our skills yeah they want them
Well I want things too
But they refuse to negotiate
Making things uncomfortable
I want to live life like a Huxtable
Own a house in an ajuxtable position
Adjacent to musicians, poets, and dancers
I'm a Gypsy but I still get unclear answers
When looking into my palm to read
And I really don't know what to call it
All i find is emptiness
And it kinda reminds me of my wallet
Ball it up and throw back into my pocket
(rock it off (?)) full of frustration
People wondering why am I pacing
What I'm wondering is it the time that I been wasting
Should I have signed upon the dotted line
Or better yet cut off my mic line, my life line
And dedicate myself to some other kind unexploitable influential art
That truly matters of the heart from start to finish
But that thought is quickly diminished
When replenished by my kinfolk who spark (?) from which I take a toe
And nothing I strive for continue
My menu is designed to get all up in you
I refuse to go to waste
My philosophy within your brain is what you taste
No haste, no bad face of disgust
Within my food for thought
Flavor is a must
And believe you me, I know

It's hella hard when then no one who believes in you
And those who claim they do they only do
When they need you to do something
Give them something in exchange
It's got my stomach feeling strange
My atmosphere I leave to change
(x2)

But that never works
Just introduces new faces
That take up places
Of the (?) same old cases
Of clenched fists
Disappointments and disses
Everyone's in your business
The breaking up of your Mrs
What is this, i'm curious
But most of all i'm furious
You see, i'm tryin to (starburst?)
And quench my thirst
Before my breaks dry out
And become raisin's in the sun

It's hella hard