Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Closer to My Dreams, artist - Ace Hood. Album song The Final Warning, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.04.2012
Record label: Believe
Song language: English
Closer to My Dreams |
yea good morning people |
see im here to speak to the world today |
im a firm believer in dreams and all that there |
since my dream came true |
so you know how they tell you the sky is the limit? |
well so many people reach for the sky |
and they can’t really grab nothin |
people like it ain’t nothin in the sky Ace |
you can’t see nothin but if you close your eyes |
and you just imagine and you believe |
that your dream is in hands reach as long as |
you believe it |
it dont matter what nobody else gotta say |
home boy |
and ladies and gentlemen you will be closer to your |
dream regardless of what they say |
speak to em |
it go cold winters and hot summers as im lookin through |
that window can see that it might thunder |
the clouds start to huddle |
the rain hit the shutters |
i start to see a puddle with loud sounds of clutter |
was tought when i was younger when rain fall poors |
its god givin tears as it poors from above |
so i stand and i soar with my knees to the floor |
and my head to the sky like go i am yours |
whether not i see tomorrow and i got on my tour |
swear to raise your name high light the libertian torch |
was smart train to thought as i pass by the parks |
i just stop and i park like this is my city |
i emerge from the blocks an stay from the cops |
bein judged by the locks wit a pocket full of rocks |
an a mouth full of gold they just urge em to stop |
an any nigga fitted that disturb on the block |
i hear it all day that my niggas gettin caught |
i just hold my head down we already in a drought |
my cousin in the fears cause she took a different rought |
an my homie in the bed cause he bout to lose his house |
see our president is black we should never keep a doubtin |
never keep em out man show a nigga how |
ya and i can feel it in the air though |
these niggas mad but i vision them like scarecrows |
i can hear em when they whisper me to die slow |
but i dont fear em cause my breed just like a cyclone |
either move or get easily stepped on |
im in my own race sprint not a cell phone |
hard body mind frame like a shell toe |
rookie of the year now im tryin to sell more |
im gettin closer to my dream MLK |
tryin to be the best at it each and every day |
i told my niggas that i got us each and every way |
and Broward county don’t worry cause i pave way |
never listen to a can’t gotta get paid |
mind frame left earth but it wont change |
seven os in the bank is my first aim |
so i do claim that when i do pray |
super stars who’d a thank not a lupe |
but i do pay homage i promise |
any nigga comin outta Broward i got em |
even tho i wasn’t so honored |
my mind frame stuck to the commas beside all the drama |
chea lifes all great except when my nigga passed away |
it was nothin i could do nor say |
i felt like i was stuck in a cage as i suffer for days |
an i stared an i gazed reminisce when we hang |
like i can’t be blamed and please god change that |
time on the clock and his place on the block |
an hold that shot as it blast from the glock |
just to re-wind times so the pain it can stop |
and i just refuse see my dawg in a box |
and i know he lookin down as he gaze from the top |
and he send me that love so i aim for the top |
he would tell me go hard and never ever stop |
he would probably take a picture thats my dawg |
even though a nigga miss ya i love my dawg |
an even through these tears gon fall |
i promise i will never ever fall |
i promise i will stick to my dream and ride for the team |
as you rode it for me chya now im free |
and every day i keep you closer to me |
your mind and your soul im approachin my dream |
and im closer to where i wanna be r.i.p. |
my nigga |
i love ya home boy ya |