Verse 1: Hope filled dreams, translated places,
Entering a faded, most likely jaded plea.
Am I superman? In my dreams it says I can

Maybe in this wonder land, you know you can underplay the plan
Who I am. Undercut the pay to them,
Suits and ties get paid to clan,

So they exhibit snippets, damn...
I will take a stand, show this world a boy can jam.
Fam, get behind this man. Rally till the tallies end.

I have a dream that inspires me. I see all the boys and girls running towards me.
I tell them little bees: there's no stinging in my tree.
All the winning, losing games will perceive a false belief.

We are essence beings, devine at right to fight to whatever we want to be like
but getting tangled in life.
Illuminti'll snipe rights right out of our sight.

before you know it you're stuck in muck. Good luck, yikes..

Chorus:


Verse 2: Pragmatic personality, I have it.
Electrostatic zappin all up in my attic.

Tatted on my insides, but I cant instagram it, damn it.
I've had it with society's blind ballot UGH.
Time- revealing the endless ceiling, like onion peeling. Healing

all the feelings of "trapped within crime"
Pry into locks, unlock! The clocks are shot. Bottles up because
death as dock. Signs- point to expansion, no mansions can fathom the rise

Of the chasms, paradox. Passion is sly when I use it in my way
And when I create my moods.
If god creates life, then I create it too.


Bridge: "Need to find glory, gotta $#&@in win."
"The only way to do that is to commit a sin,

While you guys think you're winners who don't think they sin."
"Well you're just little squares who will pose judgment."
"Well you're going hell, and I'm going to heaven."

"Well I'm gonna rebel against you until you come beggin."
The two groups fight alienating the other and they never
really understood all along they were brothers.