Dreams in My Pocket

Mum said, “sleep, get some rest”
I stayed up, plans on my chest
Flat broke, coins in a glass
Big hopes, stuck in a tiny flat

Cold room, breath in the air
Vision board stuck on a chair
Friends laughed, “you dream too mad”
Same ones ask, “how you do that?”

I had dreams in my pocket, youth in my hand
Thoughts so loud that I couldn’t just stand
Turn that pain to a plan, that plan to a stand
Now they talk like they knew, I don’t think they understand

I kept dreams in my pocket, rolled in my palm
World so loud, but my mind stayed calm
If I said it then I meant it, I don’t talk for the ’Gram
I put faith in the future, both feet in the sand

I was on the bus, back seat
Hood up, beat after beat
Writing bars on a cracked screen
Whole life in a 26

Job search, “we’ll call back soon”
Stomach hurt, skipped past noon
Didn’t quit, just switched my route
Turn doubts to a different truth

Old tears in a takeaway bag
Old fears on a ripped old tag
New year, but the past still close
Can’t sleep till the fam all grown

I had dreams in my pocket, youth in my hand
Thoughts so loud that I couldn’t just stand
Turn that pain to a plan, that plan to a stand
Now they talk like they knew, I don’t think they understand

I kept dreams in my pocket, rolled in my palm
World so loud, but my mind stayed calm
If I said it then I meant it, I don’t talk for the ’Gram
I put faith in the future, both feet in the sand