The Brothaz Grimm - The Dream (is gone) lyrics

Intro [Hook] Yeah the dream is gone And you gone leave it alone right (don't give in, don't give in, don't give in NO Don't give in, don't give in, don't give in NO) And you gone give it up Cause there's no point trying anymore (don't give in, don't give in, don't give in NO Don't give in, don't give in, don't give in NO) [Verse 1: Simply] It was near spring time of two thousand and eight A winter of self loathing and hate Rested in a hospital bed dressed in grey Best friend by my side, crying she's pressed to pray The spirits of her belief and courage, a guiding light Light the rez road back home she was my sight Awoke my dreams broke my fall as I tried to take flight Not really I wasn't raring to go I still felt like I wanted to die But then My family and the people I keep around me They found me and picked up My brother and moms and the littlest baby Odessa Mussa forgota that I'm not solo My failures was a step to grow Came to see even at the bottom there's a glimmer of hope And in my darkest moments I was never alone Knowing the knowledge of united strength I escaped My broken dreams in my pocket I began to remake I pulled through cause that's what champions do oooo [Hook] [Verse 2: E] Wait, is this really the end Do I give up on my dreams of k**ing it with a pad and a pen? no Can't be, no way I said i'mma do this to the end of my days When I'm one foot in the grave And its my prime that I crave The time when I came to the game With visions of change I was Lyrics untouchable, baditude attitude Swag before swag was added to very track Damn Well I guess change is inevitable but for real though I never thought i'd question my portfolio Now like polio Can't move and stuck in a vertical loop Of musical abuse so now, excuses I use to lose my true self The one I put on the shelf Who gave em hell every time he did it his heart In every line and digit of a sixteen And flow schemes so mean, geez how the hell can I leave [Hook] [Verse 3: Simply] Back when lonesome was more Than me and failure hanging on the wrong side of the door I was still keeping the score Life had me beat seven billion to four and a half Perhaps it was the wrong dream Focusing on material things Instead of the inner life exploded by the beat As the haze began to recede, i began to receive Began again to believe Manifesting my intentions into reality Intrinsically linked to the positivity of my mentality And life seems a bit better now than a few years ago even though I'm so sick of hearing it from other people The truth is I still struggle with the ghosts of the past Comes to me vividly remembering that Memories k**ing me but lucidity last From the bottom of a beer cup to re-walking the path I guess in the end you take the good with the bad Good things never end bad things do Look up... [Hook]