Don't Know About Dreams

So I'm not allowed to dream anymore,

I'm at the age I gotta get real

What's the point in dreamin-it-for?

I gotta start doing the things I'm meanin-it-for,

When really I'm still awake at three minutes-to-four

Lookin', for the perfect words for this verse

On a page that at the minutes wordless

So put my headphones on and let em

Bring the words to the surface

But writer's block stops me thinkin' what the right word is,

And it's unique cos your the only one who interprets

it this way, maybe Gods given you a purpose

It wakes you up and keeps your alertness

But you still doubt and ask yourself whether its worth this

Its absurd to think its worthless,

Create the verse and then you learn it

Replay the beat and then rehearse it

And then the nervousness disperses

And somehow it's all worth it