(Dream, dream, I like to dream, yes I do)
Yup
That's why I keep my nose to the stone sharp 'til the hairs split
Prose of a lone cub in a bear pit
And I can barely sit
Still you know the deal wake work repeat
I'm trying to eat
I'm trying to free up them wings trying to bear some teeth
Insignificance ain't no signature, I'm trying to leave
Set a precedent for me, trying to teach it to my seed
No predicament too twisted for speech, I'ma just be (alone)

Back from seeing papa drink 40 O-U-N-C-E's just to quench
I'll rise against all you rinse in me
You want your soundscape scraped that's my homeboy Cece
I'll be that lung beater here to choke smoke and pent heaters
Warm the frostbite of the death cheaters
And maybe next year the check clears
Until that time (Nickel and Dime)
No Henny and shine grind them gears
Me and Cecil been up for years
Now peeking at how to live
How funny something so simple can leave you feeling so supple
Belly full promise of struggle never bull
Stay Doom through 'til the muscle
And I've been dreaming for a Cecil beat
Pasting on the canvas on the easel beat needle point
Balance them anxieties
And fret with any spool or school of thought that keeps the cloth you stitch indifferent
It's not the pot you piss in

That's why I keep my nose to the stone sharp 'til the hairs split
Prose of a lone cub in a bear pit
And I can barely sit
Still you know the deal wake work repeat
I'm trying to eat
I'm trying to free up them wings trying to bear some teeth
Insignificance ain't no signature, I'm trying to leave
Set a precedent for me, trying to teach it to my seed
No predicament too twisted for speech, I'ma just be (alone)

So now, I stepped into the side saddle riding all alone
My only weapon is my mind
That and knowing that the road
Wrote a story of its own entitled "yours to loan"
But I ain't yours to own, no I ain't yours"
And only open eyes would know the lines and quotes
And no I haven't always kept my eyes open so I'm (alone)
Without a home to call my own
'Cause dreams are the only roads I roam (alone)
And now I'm sleeping in a box car dreaming of the lost starts
Preaching in Carhartt
Standing at the edge of this cliff
Throwing little things off like Rockstars and car parts (alone)
These scars that are marking up my face and body
Are the songs that I write about you but now, I base them off me
I'm breaking laws that we alone don't show a sign of purpose
I walk these lines in the fences 'til my time is serviced (alone)

Giant churches burning witches
Pretty perverts, city workers and snitches
That shit's just drying on the fan, the damned
I keep my chin up, I sit up and stand (alone)
Just combing through the trust, the rush, the rust
The dust and the drunk angst (alone)
I cash my check at a blood bank
Plus I've got some clown make-up and a traveling dunk tank

Copyright: Peermusic Publishing
Writer(s): Kyle Smith, Stefon Alexander