| I dreamt of this day ever since I was a small child | 
| And when it finally came the sky was filled with rain clouds | 
| But when she came out, it all cleared up | 
| That’s when his boy became a man and put his fears up | 
| I teared up as we started to say our vows | 
| No more «me», it’s all about «us» now | 
| And the children we bring into this union | 
| Never thought I’d live to see my dreams come true, man | 
| Look, all I know is marriage, pops and moms did it | 
| Grandparents did it, both stayed committed | 
| At least I think so, but I can’t go a day without dreaming | 
| Of seeing myself married to Hip-Hop without a queen | 
| And I refuse to be that old, lonely dude at home watching porn | 
| Forty plus lurkin' around the college dorms | 
| And uh, speaking of kids, I got a kid on the way | 
| Nah I’m kidding but I dream to have 2 one day | 
| Yeah | 
| What’s a dream without a dreamchaser chasin' it | 
| And what’s a fear if you have no fear of facin' it | 
| It’s not a dream once reality replaces it | 
| So dream on, dream on | 
| What’s a dream without a dreamchaser chasin' it | 
| And what’s a fear if you have no fear of facin' it | 
| It’s not a dream once reality replaces it | 
| So dream on, dream on | 
| I’ve never been that dude that was dreamin' about the limelight | 
| I just wanted to have fun and keep my rhymes tight | 
| And then the fame came, now I’m a big name | 
| I opened up my heart, and started spittin' game | 
| So influential, helping you reach your potential | 
| I hit the booth and touch truth to the instrumental | 
| But really, what does it all mean | 
| If you can’t help others to fulfill their dreams | 
| New Orleans is moated murder and mardi gra | 
| Ima' show em' | 
| Through the verses I’m flowin' through the seas that I’m sowing | 
| Showin', provin' and doublin' to excel is just the beginning | 
| Picture me rockin' stadiums, going platinum we winnin' | 
| I lead an army of solders and beautiful, brilliant women | 
| To dream as big as I do and expose the people pretending | 
| Ha, they ain’t real man | 
| They’re just real lost | 
| It’s hard times but these cowards still soft | 
| Look, I dream I please God everyday that I’m alive | 
| I dream that even when I’m gone my music never dies | 
| I hate when I backslide, I pray I change that | 
| My dreams and God’s purpose | 
| I hope they’re on the same track | 
| And I remember way back in '06 | 
| With that gun on my head, man I thought I was dead | 
| Speaking of dead, a man’s not alive just because he’s breathin' | 
| No purpose equals no freedom | 
| Rise up | 
| I had a dream that God looked like me | 
| Clarence, 13 exit I was G-O-D | 
| Can I admit, that kinda went to my head | 
| But really who is God if he can’t bring back the dead | 
| With that said, in my dreams we live forever | 
| No divisions of religion because we all in this together | 
| Wake up, cause death is closer than it seems | 
| And too many of us die before we try to live our dreams |