[ Featuring Sa-Roc, Gingger Shankar ]
Don't it feel like your dreams
How deep is the ocean
And wide as the open sky
I know it sometimes it seems
There's no use in hoping
But you'll never make it if you don't try
You gotta believe in something
You gotta believe in something
You gotta believe in something
You gotta believe believe believe believe
You gotta believe believe believe believe
You gotta believe
Took a minute meditating on this vocal admission
How do dreams emerge from broken ambitions?
Especially where circumstance can overwhelm vision
And defeat is passed down like a perfect rendition
We done gotten used to all the closed doors
But when the world at war with you peace of mind just like folklore
We grip wood grain like bare feet on oak floors
Chasing the ghost of freedom our forebears had hoped for
They tell us the playing field level while they coast more
Then they expand, and expect us to settle like old scores
How can man hope when they poach all that he treasures
Then tell him that everything of worth already spoke for?
That's what life is like in the land of Bravehearts
Where extinguished black stars is how you earn your stripes
I seen a brother penned up from tertiary strikes
And he still believe he destined for the light
That's amazing
Don't it feel like your dreams
How deep is the ocean
And wide as the open sky
I know it sometimes it seems
There's no use in hoping
But you'll never make it if you don't try
You gotta believe in something
You gotta believe in something
You gotta believe in something
You gotta believe believe believe believe
You gotta believe believe believe believe
You gotta believe
They told me all I had was one chance to make it through
And its a longshot make sure that your scope don't betray your view
So I took the path of least resist and downgraded
My intent to scales I thought that I equated to
But I always knew I was meant to be a problem
My people got a long track of unexplained survival
And if you think the odds' slim, I'm lightning in a bottle
Crashing thru their monuments and dancing atop the marble
Lil Redbone born to be a Malcolm
Trying to make a mark, they want me to scribble in the margins
I'm just one of many that defied the outcome
So I'm a play my part, homie I just might be meant for stardom
When this wax drop, hopefully I can push the needl
cuz I've been scratching Basquiats on a rusted easel
Trying to score the soundtrack to this overdue upheaval
Make the kind of future that the babies can believe in
That's my word.
Don't it feel like your dreams
How deep is the ocean
And wide as the open sky
I know it sometimes it seems
There's no use in hoping
But you'll never make it if you don't try
You gotta believe in something
You gotta believe in something
You gotta believe in something
You gotta believe believe believe believe
You gotta believe believe believe believe
You gotta believe
