Picture my dream in a wall full of posters
I slept the night away on the sofa
Overcome with fear that I could never reach or hold itJust to have a lucid dream and continue working
The music holding me hostage
3 AM concepts that can dig me out of college
Chano taught me to channel my inner artist
That′s why my record label is tucked under my mattress
Gain a bunch of fans with love I can't fathom
And turn my inner demons into certified platinums
Imagine,
Slaving away for 13 hours a day
Knowing all along this would be the outcome
This that wake up in the morning instead of thanking god
He jump straight to the verses contemplating his odds
Pen to the pad rehearsing imaginary applauds
His darker side approach like "you no better than they are"
Knowing all along the chances of him being heard of
Is unheard of
Yet he clock-in that′s his 9-5 job
I chose to see it through 'till the wheels fall off
Long as a few rock with me I'm tearing off the vocal cords
What good is writing a song without a catchy chorus?
What good is a dream if you always postpone it?
What good is clocking hours if you don′t live for the moment?
What good is being chosen if you′re the only one who knows it?
Lately your confidence been out of shape, Contemplate
If a 9-5 can satisfy your purpose
Music is the only outlet I learned to worship
The type of love that can make Cupid aim different
I took my student loans, bet it on myself
It's not a risk, no one′s better than yourself
3 AM with a notebook sketching out a dream
Searching for purpose I wrote this letter to myself
I make music for the chosen ones (Chosen ones)
The ones that started off with an 0-1
The ones that stay starving, clenching their stomach
Pushing their hunger aside till they goal is done
The ones that jump back inside the box that caved them
Just to reshape and alter their ultimatum
Inside this mayhem on a check to check bases
Always falling short of what they never stop chasing
What good is writing a song without a catchy chorus?
What good is a dream if you always postpone it?
What good is clocking hours if you don't live for the moment?
What good is being chosen if you′re the only one who knows it?
Wish every decision I made came with a preview
I wish every fake one was see through
Wish I can retract every "nice to meet you"
Of those that's deceitful of their true intentions
Wish I could see music through the eyes of Ray Charles
Push keys, show the world, all this soul in my heart
Build a ship bigger than Noah′s Arch
For the non-believers that wasn't here from the start
