paroles de chanson Final Hour - Chach

I said we all got dreams
All got nightmares
We all got schemes
All got a way to make a dollar
Through a couple of things
We all got love for the feel that
Residuals bring
We all got life
And the trouble it strings
we all got dreams
All got nightmares
We all got schemes
All got a way to make a dollar
Through a couple of things
We all got love for the feel that
Residuals bring
We all got life
And the trouble it strings

We just deal with the cards we delt
Just so long as we never fold em
Forever know that I'm focused
Uncloking doors that were open
For kids that i went to school with
Don't ever think that they noticed
The struggles that we were facing
And pain that we had was potent
Plus the rules are only fair
For the very few that they wrote em for
Silent music blasts
As I'm walking right down the corridor
In all my schools
Seeing more dead souls then the coroner
Like what i got to lose
So compared to them I'm a foreigner
Separate myself from the many that never wanted more
I am to my city what coach k was to okafor
But blown past
Been a little bit since i was no cash
Down bad the lord shall provide
And that's what I'm hoping for
But I'm not the type to put my faith in the hands
Of anybody but myself
I learn mistakes as a man
Cuz as I'm growing getting older
Staying tapped to the plan
Put in 100 get 100 you'll be safe where you land

I said we all got dreams
All got nightmares
We all got schemes
All got a way to make a dollar
Through a couple of things
We all got love for the feel that
Residuals bring
We all got life
And the trouble it strings
we all got dreams
All got nightmares
We all got schemes
All got a way to make a dollar
Through a couple of things
We all got love for the feel that
Residuals bring
We all got life
And the trouble it strings

We all want to just be accepted
Want to be part of a team
The bigger picture at the end
Is never as large as it seems
Or so forever i'm told
A bird just on the ledge getting old
Dodging the cage stacking nickels
Tryna crack me the code
To this game we call life
It's better if its kept or if sold
But now what is the price
It never keep its leverage like gold
So really despite the bullshit
Or whatever your told
There's really nothing in this world that's holding weight like your soul
Cuz Some really want to be a doctor
Some want to just be a father
Some wanna teach like a teacher
Some wanna win them an Oscar
Some are stuck on the bleachers
Some wanna draw like a artist
Some of us wanna make it the furthest from where they started

Because we all got dreams
All got nightmares
We all got schemes
All got a way to make a dollar
Through a couple of things
We all got love for the feel that
Residuals bring
We all got life
And the trouble it strings
We all got dreams
All got nightmares
We all got schemes
All got a way to make a dollar
Through a couple of things
We all got love for the feel that
Residuals bring
We all got life
And the trouble it strings