Epic Cipher Records

Lyrics

"Dream Chaser

City lights blink like tired eyes on a Monday.
Neon halos crown the rain on the runway.
Clock on the wall keep swingin' like a pendulum threat,
Rent due, dreams due, both bills in debt.

I been scrollin' through the noise, people flexin' they gold,
But when the screen go black, they just broke and cold.
Mama said, “Baby, don’t you misplace your soul,”
But I been workin' two jobs just to keep control.

Still, there’s a picture in my chest I can’t mute or hide,
Little flame in the alley where the dark resides.
Every time I wanna quit, when the hope runs thin,
I hear a whisper in the wind say, “Begin again.”

When the day feel heavy and the sky hang low,
When the block feel frozen and the money don’t flow,
I close my eyes, let the silence talk,
See my future spread wings on this broken walk.

So I’m a dream chaser, even when the nights feel cold,
Plantin' hope in the concrete, watch the sidewalk grow gold.
If the world turn barren, I’ma paint my snow,
’Cause without these dreams, there’s nowhere to go.

Sister on the corner with a book in her hand,
Studying between shifts, got a nurse’s plan.
Brother on the bus writin' bars in his phone,
Tryna trade these sirens for a headline home.

We all one missed payment from losin' the lease,
One wrong turn from a squad car breakin' the peace.
But in the cracks of the pavement where the cold wind blows,
Tiny green truths push up through the snow.

I seen homies lose faith, let the system define ’em,
Trade every last hope for a chain to blind ’em.
But the ones who hold tight when the city says “no,”
They the ones turn a dead-end into a front-row show.

When the doubt get loud and the love feel gone,
When you’re starin' at the dusk, can’t believe in dawn,
Breathe deep, let the beat write the script inside,
Every scar on your heart still qualified.

So I’m a dream chaser, even when the nights feel cold,
Plantin' hope in the concrete, watch the sidewalk grow gold.
If the world turn barren, I’ma paint my snow,
’Cause without these dreams, there’s nowhere to go.

I walked through blocks where the windows all boarded,
Where the only thing promised was your pain recorded.
But even in the sirens and the blue-and-red glare,
Dreams move silent like a prayer in the air.

Yeah, life is a barren field when the visions go,
Just footprints in the frost, nowhere to grow.
So I keep that picture in my spirit like ink,
Every setback a shovel pullin' roots from the brink.

I’m a dream chaser, runnin' through the city at dawn,
Turnin' all of these “never”s into verses I’m on.
As the lights fade out and the echoes roll,
I hold fast to dreams… that’s how I feed my soul.

“Hold fast to dreams… for if dreams die.”"