Closer

We hustle and we struggle just to make it to the top
Stay driven and determined in the end that's all we got
So we go, go hard chasing this dream
Stay focus when it further than it seems
And we only get
Closer, closer, closer to the dream
Closer, closer, closer to the dream

When I was a kid I used do what I did I admit
That I was stubborn man it just didn’t click
And my teachers and my preacher and my bosses couldn’t reach me
Use to leave me subtle hints/ that they thought I wouldn’t be shit
But see I knew
That I was different I just didn’t fit
Like OJ’s hand in the glove so they say you acquit
I never did, just went legit/ but I got flustered
Got tired of playing Ketchup to try and get some mustard
No time for a mid-life crisis on infinite earths/
So many, dreams an ideas I give infinite births/
And pass it on thru my seeds, to give them infinite worth/
That’s generational wealth/I’m generating it first/
Because we lacked what we didn’t know/
This is how we get it bro/ in love with the idea but they tell me
That’s a different show/ Afro futurism/ causing major cataclysm/
To the system/ the children of the indigo/

We hustle and we struggle just to make it to the top
Stay driven and determined in the end that's all we got
So we go, go hard chasing this dream
Stay focus when it further than it seems
And we only get
Closer, closer, closer to the dream
Closer, closer, closer to the dream
VERSE 2:
I remember all of the ciphers, freestyling is fast man/
Me and D beatboxing, beating on windows and trash cans/
Trying to develop style, using tools like a craftsman/
On the attack man, like the heart of a fat man/
Move like I’m Batman, a vigilante a masked man/
Been in this for a minute kicking dust like a tazman-/
Ian devil, R’manian is a rebel
Always strive for the next level, when they want you to settle/
Hold my beer guy, hold my shovel/ we about to dig deep/
If you dig me then you get me and you know we don’t sleep/
I knew a sheep, when he would speak he said Bah/
Aren’t you too old to be a rapper, I said nah/
They mad, they salty like saline/
Don’t want no grown man speaking truth who’s not on THEY team/
So when they call you whack what do THEY mean/
It’s easy to control the masses when their molasses/
And they all think they eighteen, forever