Let me tell you a story about a boy

Who was always told

That dreams weren't made outta gold

That they were just lies being sold

To him under false intentions and

Impressions of him were fake

To his face, maybe one day

He'll wake up and realize his fate

Isn't sealed with a date

But rather a lifetime of mistakes

Waiting for the right amount of tape

Of Jerry riggins and life lessons

Of your back is your own cape

Touch the sky with your own guide

You can fly, if you try

Blind eye, to what's inside

Is the key to your dreams

I hope for you to see

That these take time

And right amount of grind

To get you where you need to go

And there's time where you'll feel so low

You'll give it all up, rather than take it slow