Not much of a peace writer, but not much of a rapper neither. Feedback would be thankful.
Mr. Big Dreams, you can follow,
These halls of sins will jus' get hollow
People see me across the street, and they jus' holla'
In dreams I walk, and talk like I'm Tall'er
See the fact of it all, is to follow your dreams,
But' if you don't 'believe' then it sorta' seems
Your planning schemes, to see the 'reality' of actuality
No, need for violence please, show morality. . .
Rough lives, need to soften up,
These people suffered enough,
They dream, of better stuff,
Than us'-We take things for granted, we jus' don't believe,
"Follow your dreams" is what they chanted, we don't listen, we jus' leave
Without a thing of grief, soon we crumple up, like a dieing leaf
No belief, in nothing, not even our own dreams.
But, if you follow your dreams, then soon you will see,
that it pays off, sooner or later, when you believe.