Holding My Dreams [Flashback]

[Intro/Hook] I sleep with the light on Holding my dreams Always Al-al-always Holding my dreams, always Holding my dreams, holding my dreams Holding my dreams, holding my dreams Holding my dreams, holding my dreams I'm sitting in the booth with no money in my pocket They listen to my tunes, but I still ain't seeing profit Modest when I write, 'cos I'm on it for the prize And my mummy's always troubled, I see water in her eyes There's nothing I can do but promise her again That I'm doing well in school, when I'm flopping it again 'cos my mind's mixed up I try fix up, but the Thai's in my body and I'm high as fuck And when I'm down, I get gritty For the lizzy I get busy It ain't pretty in my city, I ain't ever touched a 50 And I want a budget that I can't count But for now, I just puff it 'till I pass out [Hook] If my dreams to get money, but I'm living it poor Then is there any point in waking up to live it at all? I'm starting to panic My heart's in the rapping, but I'm honest I don't tell them that I'm barking or clapping But I'm getting less love than these fake gangbangers on the net Chatting tecs, trynna claim that they're rappers I'm sick of living broke, and tired of complaining But shottin' ain't an option, I ain't going to the station I'm running out of choice. Running out of coins It's getting fucking tricky to keep blocking out the voice; Shatan's in my system making me a victim My dream is the only thing that's making me resist him, I'm [Hook]