[Verse 1: D. Ciano]
He used to draw the world as he saw it
Characters inspired by life it was his own comic
Gifted with sk**s, hard to believe he was never taught it
Would even draw for his girl but she didn't support it
Steady impressing all his friends
Cause every time he picked up the pen
It was like a
A dream, a dream, a dream, a dream
A dream, a dream, a dream, a dream
His girl threatened to leave if he didn't get real
She just saw it as a hobby that couldn't pay the bills
So he got him a 9-5, away from his sk**s
Now he sketches on desk in an office that made him feel
Drawn away from the craft he perfected
Cause he was too scared to pursue it so he left it as
A dream, a dream, a dream, a dream
A dream, a dream, a dream, a dream
[Chorus: Rey Fonder]
Last night was so well versed, I saw back then & I saw the future
Caught in-between where to start first, what does it mean that I saw us?
Can't pause a thing, rewind a thing, it all feels like a
A dream, a dream, a dream, a dream
A dream, a dream, a dream, a dream
Last night was so well versed, I saw back then & I saw the future
Caught in-between where to start first, what does it mean that I saw us?
Can't pause a thing, rewind a thing, it all feels like a
A dream, a dream, a dream, a dream
A dream, a dream, a dream, a dream
[Verse 2]
She saw her life as a movie from a fast glance
Hoping someone would step up to save the last dance
Her last chance to show her parents the way to go
Her school supplied the stage to let her talent show
But they made her stop rehearsing it
And broke her heart by saying it wasn't worth the risk
Claiming it was a
A dream, a dream, a dream, a dream
A dream, a dream, a dream, a dream
Fast forward, she has a daughter she takes to school
Showing her cla**ics like Beach Street & Breakin' 2
A Spitting image of her even the way she moves
Tryna embed in her head that she can make it through
Giving her everything she needs
The love and support to believe and fully pursue
A dream, a dream, a dream, a dream
A dream, a dream, a dream, a dream
[Chorus]
[Denzel Washington Talking]
Imagine you're on your d**hbed
And standing around your d**hbed are the ghosts representing your unfulfilled potential
The ghosts of the ideas you never acted on, The ghosts of the talent you didn't use
And they're standing around your bed, angry, disappointed, and upset
They say “we came to you because you could've brought us to life” they say
“and now we have to go to the grave together”