Wake

[Hook 1: Jacque Jordan] Close your eyes, and rest they say But I’ll sleep, when I’m dead My dreams won’t build themselves Laying brick is harder than, hoisting sails [Verse 1: B. Cooper] Yeah Don’t get me wrong, love my friends and family They don’t know how to handle me Hear me rapping on random beats I know they want the best, told me to give up on dreams Chase a check, a salary, time to face reality Cause one day, I’ll finish penning this tragedy Rent still gotta get paid, electricity isn’t free And I know that giving up, nah, that ain’t me Work hard, no time to breathe, insomniac, no I can’t sleep So I guess that means I’ve gotta chase it So close I can taste it, had to learn to pace it Mix His amazing grace with all my determination Put my clock through detox, sick of time being wasted Cause this is what I was born for If you never take a shot, no points up on the scoreboard Can’t breathe with- out it, if I slept on it I’d snore more Never royal, this fantasy I’m living is yours, Lord [Hook 1] [Verse 2: Deraj] So many fall asleep, when I’m really trying to give all of me I’m trying to make it so they all can see I’m called to be the artery to pump life through a harmony With more heat than the sunshine And my heart beat like a drum line And it won’t stop, until we march to the beat of the drum The beat of the drum, until we’re all free to become Who we’re supposed to be And the hope you see is contagious You ought to get close to me, I know You want to go to sleep, you know I know You ain’t got to tell me, you know I know But we got to make a choice Because it gets dark sometimes It’s black or white, dark or light But you in between, we need open eyes Because it’s fight or flight Fire flies in the wind to open minds To open doors open blinds Overtime will open eyes Lean in, lean in to the deep end Why you trying to sleep in on the weekend Why you trying to pull back on the reach in Why you want to react on the defense Like you got something to prove But I’m giving you the green light All the other haters be like, nobody did it before So I guess I got to get up before the break of dawn So I can make this song, hoping one day you can sing-along And from my cardiac, I wrote this for the insomniacs [Hook 2: Jacque Jordan] Wake up, wiggle your toes Your shoes got more soul, than what lies below (2x) [Verse 3: Derek Minor] Yeah Told y'all I just wanted to get these dreams out Show you where it all started Follow me 8th grade I bought a 8 track mixer And made a album with it And I ain’t have a lot of money or experience But I guarantee my whole soul in it In college learning music business just wasn’t enough Plus I paid my bills with mix tapes that I sold out of my trunk I had raggedy cars, raggedy clothes, cause all of my dough Went to audio cards, drum machines, and new microphones Sacrificed while all peers out partied and sleeped Turn these speakers with my music up Hope they wake up my dreams I done worked so hard crafting this gifted that God put in my life So if you sleep on me I hope and pray you toss and turn all night How dare fix your lips to tell me what I am gone be With or without Reach, just RMG it’s still God holding me Long as Christ got me, Doc got me, Canon, Tone, Chad Jones got me B. Coop , Deraj got me, we ain’t worried bout one thang got me Still got love for Reach records, my family till I’m gone But the rest of y’all that’s wondering, the dreams still move on Minor!