Picture my dream in a wall full of posters

I slept the night away on the sofa

Overcome with fear that I could never reach or hold itJust to have a lucid dream and continue working

The music holding me hostage

3 AM concepts that can dig me out of college

Chano taught me to channel my inner artist

That′s why my record label is tucked under my mattress

Gain a bunch of fans with love I can't fathom

And turn my inner demons into certified platinums

Imagine,

Slaving away for 13 hours a day

Knowing all along this would be the outcome

This that wake up in the morning instead of thanking god

He jump straight to the verses contemplating his odds

Pen to the pad rehearsing imaginary applauds

His darker side approach like "you no better than they are"

Knowing all along the chances of him being heard of

Is unheard of

Yet he clock-in that′s his 9-5 job

I chose to see it through 'till the wheels fall off

Long as a few rock with me I'm tearing off the vocal cords

What good is writing a song without a catchy chorus?

What good is a dream if you always postpone it?

What good is clocking hours if you don′t live for the moment?

What good is being chosen if you′re the only one who knows it?

Lately your confidence been out of shape, Contemplate

If a 9-5 can satisfy your purpose

Music is the only outlet I learned to worship

The type of love that can make Cupid aim different

I took my student loans, bet it on myself

It's not a risk, no one′s better than yourself

3 AM with a notebook sketching out a dream

Searching for purpose I wrote this letter to myself

I make music for the chosen ones (Chosen ones)

The ones that started off with an 0-1

The ones that stay starving, clenching their stomach

Pushing their hunger aside till they goal is done

The ones that jump back inside the box that caved them

Just to reshape and alter their ultimatum

Inside this mayhem on a check to check bases

Always falling short of what they never stop chasing

What good is writing a song without a catchy chorus?

What good is a dream if you always postpone it?

What good is clocking hours if you don't live for the moment?

What good is being chosen if you′re the only one who knows it?

Wish every decision I made came with a preview

I wish every fake one was see through

Wish I can retract every "nice to meet you"

Of those that's deceitful of their true intentions

Wish I could see music through the eyes of Ray Charles

Push keys, show the world, all this soul in my heart

Build a ship bigger than Noah′s Arch

For the non-believers that wasn't here from the start