[Verse 1]
Dear momma comma
A letter from your youngest son
I’d be a fake to say I ain't afraid of this dream and what’s to come
Man, it was just for fun
When I was young n dumb
Damn, look what I’ve become
I miss the days when my fingers wrapped around your thumbs, and

When I used to lay in your canopy
And stare at your face and gaze upon your gallery
“man up and be, what you meant to be, 
fo you rest in peace that’s the recipe”
What you said to me, and you best believe, 
that the best of me is only yet to be, boy

I say I got this gift
They say I got to give
Find a life to live
Maybe a wife and kids
A good job and crib

But I can’t find peace if it all feel wrong
Chase my dreams till I can’t hold on
Raise my feet till I can’t move on
Don’t worry queen, I’m almost, home

But until I am, will you tell the fam
And will you tell my friends
And the rest of them,
I gotta reach my ends
I Gotta reach my aims
I gotta reach my goals
I can’t read my fate, but I believe in faith, and I believe in, hope

[Hook x2 – Pierre Anthony]
I’m alright, I’m okay, I’m just fine, don’t you worry baby
Up all night, up all day, but I must grind, cuz I’ve been busy chasing dreams!

[Verse 2]
“Chasing dreams are you chasing fame?
Chasing cheese, are you chasing praise?
”
Baby please, you know I stayed the same
Okay I’m wasting days, but I’m tryna change the game

New frame, take a pic see the image
Liu kang, only kick when I’m finished
Too strange, nice script for a critic
Hit a bigot with a wicked hook till addicted

Are you a Slave to God boy? Are you a slave to sin?
Look at all he gives, and ask yourself, what do you give to him?
Do you live for him? do you repent for sins? do you give or spend?
Do you sink or swim? Do you live to win? Do you fit within?
Do you change your means just to thank the ends?

Boy check yourself, check your message
Check yourself, check perspective
Check yourself, don’t forget depression
When he saved your ass, so you best respect him

Check the tabloids, what’s for breakfast?
Forget the past boy learn your lessons
Better raise your hands boy, count your blessings
You better trust the plan you can’t doubt the heavens

Zero to better, to centered and clean
Vetoed the ego, now clever and keen
A trio of pleasure, effort and deen
No hero has ever felt pressure to lead

This is for Beelo Luca Yasmeen
Aaliyah Ayah Jennah and dream
Moody Adam Hany Rima Samy Rany the rest of my team

Rather live a man, then play a dire hand
I'd Rather live a man, so I can die a man
I'd rather live a man, and see a higher plan
I'd rather live a man, and never bite the hand

That feeds you, mind clear I can see through
Deep blue cosmos, now I seek clues
Almost home and I hope you know I wouldn't be O without you, because I need you