Everybody Dreams Lyrics

(Solmoney)

Look, look

It's a struggle out here, I know it well

Feeling empty and inadequate

We're living in hell

And the dreams that they sell

They're obscene, they don't help

And they swear

If you're sick
You just grind

You'll be well

Won't you tell that to my Mama who's been living in pain?

From the feeling of deep loneliness inside of her brain?

Or just tell that to the people working three jobs to live?

If you work a little harder, you'll have something to give

Or tell 'em

Maybe one day you can be a billionaire yourself

Make a million every year for a thousand of 'em

It's that simple baby, why don't you start building wealth?

Why don't they just help the people out, it's lousy of 'em

It ain't just the ultra wealthy I've got issue with

But the people who defend them like they even give a shit

Most of us would sooner end up homeless

Than with one mil

Let alone one bil

Who the fuck you think you is?

It's a numbers game

Even if you're shit at math

You should know your chances of becoming

One of them are trash

They count on you to defend them to your grave

Then they'll spit all over it, so morally depraved

Anyway

I'm just venting, no particular aim

In the off chance someone becomes sick of their games

Along with me

I'll be happy for the first time in months

'Cause I'm tired of the lies and political chumps

Damn

I'm tired, I've been dreaming 'bout a way out this joint

And lately I've been feeling like there's really no point

That don't mean I'll act on it, I'm just in pain

Everybody dreams that their sorrows get tamed

Everybody dreams that their sorrows get tamed

Everybody dreams that they go and get paid

Everybody dreams that the world gets changed

Everybody dreams

Look

They say chase all your dreams and just grind

But they also say to recognize when it ain't your time

Now I'm stuck in between the recognition and the chase

Like a lion chasing prey with his hunter behind

And I find

Even when I'm in my element spitting

Even when I'm steady flowing

Feeling all that I've written

I get overwhelmed and down

About my musical visions

Because they never pay the bills

So it's a waste of a mission

But then I realize that art is not just meant to provide

But to liberate the soul and nourish body and mind

See, I put my pen to paper not for paper itself

But to heal all my wounds, keep that bottle on the shelf

On occasion it'll work a bit and I'll feel fine

But I soon get consumed by the pain deep inside

I'll just tell myself that everything I do ain't enough

"I'm a failure, I ain't worthy of forgiveness or love"

And I know my brain is lying to me, whispering shit

Just to punish me for being here and "wasting my gifts"

But they're really only wasted when I die and they're gone

I still got 'em, I ain't ready to just quit and move on

I'll keep rapping 'cause if just one other person who hears me

Feels something in their soul in response to my lyrics

I'll know that I will have helped somebody other than me

But even if I do I question if I'll ever be free

Damn

And lately I've been feeling like there's really no point

I'm tired, I've been dreaming 'bout a way out this joint

That don't mean I'll act on it, I'm just in pain

Everybody dreams that their sorrows get tamed

Everybody dreams that their sorrows get tamed

Everybody dreams that they go and get paid

Everybody dreams that the world gets changed

Everybody dreams

Everybody dreams that their sorrows get tamed

Everybody dreams that they go and get paid

Everybody dreams that the world gets changed

Everybody dreams