GooD Cal-El - Dreams Can Come True

Like Phil Collins I can feel it in the air
I can smell it, I can taste it
I can hear it loud and clear
Bitch Im here
Im’a vet but bet Im rookie of the year
In the face of all my enemies
My seat has been prepared
On my square, ten toes down
Head in the clouds, chest poked out
Led by my heart, following God
Man I been doing this from the start
But got lost when shit got dark
So I had to light my spark
Now I’m on fire, and the torch
To guide my people out the dark
And I’m blazing hot
Fears I face em now,
Can’t let em take me out
Cuz I pop the trunk on any obstacle
And call Ganesha out
Cuz I know a lot, still I lean on God
Cuz it’s gone break me out of any bind
Each and every time, Im talking every time
Getting closer to my dreams
Stacking my Guapele
On my way to the top, with no delay
Brother that’s andele
“Bedda stop playing with these niggas”
Thats what my mama say
So it’s over for the games
Over for you lames
Sorry for the wait
But it’s been fated
Just had to be patient
But I hate waiting, Still was rushing
When I wasn’t ready, bro that was fatal
Could’ve killed my dreams
Hurt my self-esteem
How many times I had to start
Like over and over again
But I'm right back at it
As if giving up was ever an option dawg
I got a whole squad that I gotta put on
They say life is just stage and bro I gotta perform
I see signs all the time
that say, “you gotta keep going”
And I won’t stop or ever let up
Bet the devil fed up
I don't give a fuck
God sent me to wake the dead up
I said I don’t give a fuck
God sent me wake the dead up

Written by:
Tray Cal-El

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