| Close your eyes, and rest they say |
| But I’ll sleep, when I’m dead |
| My dreams won’t build themselves |
| Laying brick is harder than, hoisting sails |
| Yeah |
| Don’t get me wrong, love my friends and family |
| They don’t know how to handle me |
| Hear me rapping on random beats |
| I know they want the best, told me to give up on dreams |
| Chase a check, a salary, time to face reality |
| Cause one day, I’ll finish penning this tragedy |
| Rent still gotta get paid, electricity isn’t free |
| And I know that giving up, nah, that ain’t me |
| Work hard, no time to breathe, insomniac, no I can’t sleep |
| So I guess that means I’ve gotta chase it |
| So close I can taste it, had to learn to pace it |
| Mix His amazing grace with all my determination |
| Put my clock through detox, sick of time being wasted |
| Cause this is what I was born for |
| If you never take a shot, no points up on the scoreboard |
| Can’t breathe with- out it, if I slept on it I’d snore more |
| Never royal, this fantasy I’m living is yours, Lord |
| Close your eyes, and rest they say |
| But I’ll sleep, when I’m dead |
| My dreams won’t build themselves |
| Laying brick is harder than, hoisting sails |
| Yo |
| Aiiiiiii! |
| So many fall asleep, when I’m really trying to give all of me |
| I’m trying to make it so they all can see |
| I’m called to be the artery to pump life through a harmony |
| With more heat than the sunshine |
| And my heart beat like a drum line |
| And it won’t stop, until we march to the beat of the drum |
| The beat of the drum, until we’re all free to become |
| Who we’re supposed to be |
| And the hope you see is contagious |
| You ought to get close to me, I know |
| You want to go to sleep, you know I know |
| You ain’t got to tell me, you know I know |
| But we got to make a choice |
| Because it gets dark sometimes |
| It’s black or white, dark or light |
| But you in between, we need open eyes |
| Because it’s fight or flight |
| Fire flies in the wind to open minds |
| To open doors open blinds |
| Overtime will open eyes |
| Lean in, lean in to the deep end |
| Why you trying to sleep in on the weekend |
| Why you trying to pull back on the reach in |
| Why you want to react on the defense |
| Like you got something to prove |
| But I’m giving you the green light |
| All the other haters be like, nobody did it before |
| So I guess I got to get up before the break of dawn |
| So I can make this song, hoping one day you can sing-along |
| And from my cardiac, I wrote this for the insomniacs |
| Wake up, wiggle your toes |
| Your shoes got more soul, than what lies below |
| Wake up, wiggle your toes |
| Your shoes got more soul, than what lies below |
| Yeah |
| Told y’all I just wanted to get these dreams out |
| Let me show you where it all started |
| Follow me |
| 8th grade I bought a 8 track mixer |
| And made a album with it |
| And I ain’t have a lot of money or experience |
| But I guarantee my whole soul was in it |
| In college learning music business just wasn’t enough |
| Plus I paid my bills with mix tapes that I sold out of my trunk |
| I had raggedy cars, raggedy clothes, cause all of my dough |
| Went to audio cards, drum machines, and new microphones |
| Sacrificed while all my peers out partied and sleeped |
| Turn these speakers with my music up |
| Hope they wake up my dreams |
| I done worked so hard crafting this gifted that God put in my life |
| So if you sleep on me, I hope and pray you toss and turn all night |
| How dare fix your lips to tell me what I am gone be |
| With or without Reach, just RMG, it’s still God holding me |
| Long as Christ got me, Doc got me, Canon, Tone, Chad Jones got me |
| B. Coop, Deraj got me, we ain’t worried 'bout one thang got me |
| Still got love for Reach records, my family till I’m gone |
| But for the rest of y’all that’s wondering, the dreams still move on |
| Minor! |