Final Hour Lyrics

I said we all got dreams

All got nightmares

We all got schemes

All got a way to make a dollar

Through a couple of things

We all got love for the feel that

Residuals bring

We all got life

And the trouble it strings

we all got dreams

All got nightmares

We all got schemes

All got a way to make a dollar

Through a couple of things

We all got love for the feel that

Residuals bring

We all got life

And the trouble it strings

We just deal with the cards we delt

Just so long as we never fold em

Forever know that I'm focused

Uncloking doors that were open

For kids that i went to school with

Don't ever think that they noticed

The struggles that we were facing

And pain that we had was potent

Plus the rules are only fair

For the very few that they wrote em for

Silent music blasts

As I'm walking right down the corridor

In all my schools

Seeing more dead souls then the coroner

Like what i got to lose

So compared to them I'm a foreigner

Separate myself from the many that never wanted more

I am to my city what coach k was to okafor

But blown past

Been a little bit since i was no cash

Down bad the lord shall provide

And that's what I'm hoping for

But I'm not the type to put my faith in the hands

Of anybody but myself

I learn mistakes as a man

Cuz as I'm growing getting older

Staying tapped to the plan

Put in 100 get 100 you'll be safe where you land

I said we all got dreams

All got nightmares

We all got schemes

All got a way to make a dollar

Through a couple of things

We all got love for the feel that

Residuals bring

We all got life

And the trouble it strings

we all got dreams

All got nightmares

We all got schemes

All got a way to make a dollar

Through a couple of things

We all got love for the feel that

Residuals bring

We all got life

And the trouble it strings

We all want to just be accepted

Want to be part of a team

The bigger picture at the end

Is never as large as it seems

Or so forever i'm told

A bird just on the ledge getting old

Dodging the cage stacking nickels

Tryna crack me the code

To this game we call life

It's better if its kept or if sold

But now what is the price

It never keep its leverage like gold

So really despite the bullshit

Or whatever your told

There's really nothing in this world that's holding weight like your soul

Cuz Some really want to be a doctor

Some want to just be a father

Some wanna teach like a teacher

Some wanna win them an Oscar

Some are stuck on the bleachers

Some wanna draw like a artist

Some of us wanna make it the furthest from where they started

Because we all got dreams

All got nightmares

We all got schemes

All got a way to make a dollar

Through a couple of things

We all got love for the feel that

Residuals bring

We all got life

And the trouble it strings

We all got dreams

All got nightmares

We all got schemes

All got a way to make a dollar

Through a couple of things

We all got love for the feel that

Residuals bring

We all got life

And the trouble it strings