[Verse 1: CFB Flobare]

Fantasies of other ways to exist

Feel idyllic for a minute then my mind starts to drift

Dreams shift understanding expands

Products of an ego, morphed by circumstance

A chance to escape everyday banality

Brutality that permeates the everyday mentality

How can it be achieved when it’s ever evolving?

And around what you possess is it ever revolving?

Resolved to chasing ways to waste in case

Gotta face up to the lies embraced, when placed

In a corrupt, pre-decided race, erase

Reconstruct, never quite keep pace

Gimme space, block out negative interference

So thoughts can return to a semblance of coherence

Now I want control not permission

My goals are my own, and I’m my only competition

I dream when I'm awake when I’m asleep I'm okay

My mind never stops working out the day

Constantly going know it's the reason I’m growing

Slowing as I age, the page accumulates knowing

Selfish drivers always pay a toll

On the highway speeding careless towards the goal

I take the backroads aim where the map goes

Arriving later but I’m in control

As I hone the craft, flow and draft

Microphone attacks, I won’t be overblown like that

The open road, it opens minds and mine

Ain’t opened by the rhyme production line

Could be a schemer who’s well-financed

Could be rhymer of the lost art taking a chance

Why satisfied if the dream’s to be a millionaire?

The cash flow’s going fast though I don’t seem to care

[Break]

Don’t seem to care

Don’t seem to care if I’m there

[Chorus: 25th Parallel]

Wake up

Quit chasing the elusive dream

Wake up

Replace it with a lucid scheme

Wake up

[Verse 3: 25th Parallel]

A fresh start moving apart from the mundane

Many rappers in the frame but we’re far from the same

Epitome of style is the music it's in

If it lacks substance then why we want to fit in?

It’s an unforgiving world, their objectives don’t make sense to me

With my propensity to control my destiny

The enemy is apathy over action

Seduced by distraction and cash over passion

Oh yeah could be making money which

Doesn’t make you rich without scratching that creative itch

Not for dollar, fame or adoration

My concentration's on quality creation

On the mic on stage or written on page

Not a sage by age but by staying engaged

Getting at it pragmatic, keep it moving, never static

Nothing's given automatic but for victory I'm an addict

[Verse 4: 25th Parallel]

I fuckin’ hate to lose

I got ill-fated options but got to choose

Don’t let elusive dreams cause obtrusive in-betweens

The current me is not what I’ll always be

Unforeseen eventualities, flaws and fatalities

Plausible realities, morphing out of clarity

A disparity of what could be and what’s real

When desire’s dictated by the mass appeal

What if my dreams turn into nightmares when I get there?

Take care, take risk, make mistakes rare

Unaware of where the road will come out

But aware of the despair if I give in to the doubt

Without pursuing the vision can’t fail or succeed

I believe in myself and my strength to proceed

To turn a dream to scheme requires sleepless nights

Rewrite our life while we still got fight

[Chorus: 25th Parallel]

Wake up

Quit chasing the elusive dream

Wake up

Replace it with a lucid scheme

Wake up