Deixei de acreditar no mundo.

O próximo passo seria passar a acreditar: em mim.

"Find your dreams come true  
And I wonder if you know 
What it means, what it means
And I wonder if you know  
What it means, what it means 
And I wonder if you know  
What it means to find your dreams
I've been waitin' on this my whole life  
These dreams be wakin' me up at night  
You say I think I'm never wrong 
You know what, maybe you're right, aight?
And I wonder if you know  
What it means, what it means  
And I wonder if you know 
What it means to find your dreams
You say he get on your fuckin' nerves  
You hope that he get what he deserves, word
Do you even remember what the issue is? 
You just tryin' to find where the tissue is  
You can still be who you wish you is 
It ain't happen yet and that's what the intuition is
When you hop back in the car, drive back to the crib  
Run back to they arms  
The smokescreens, the chokes and the screams 
You ever wonder what it all really mean
And I wonder if you know  
What it means, what it means 
And I wonder if you know  
What it means to find your dreams
And I'm back on my grind 
A psychic read my lifeline  
Told me in my lifetime
My name would help light up the Chicago skyline
And that's what I'm Seven o'clock, that's prime time Heaven'll watch, 
God callin' from the hotlines  
Why He keep givin' me hotlines? I'm a star, how could I not shine?
How many ladies in the house?  
How many ladies in the house without a spouse?  
Somethin' in your blouse got me feelin' so aroused
What you about on that independent shit 
Trade it all for a husband and some kids  
You ever wonder what it all really mean  
You wonder if you'll ever find your dreams."

 

By Kayne West