[Verse]

Dreams are for the go getters

The kind that can stoke embers

And muster a flame but my luster contains no vigor

So when my eyes close, the void grows bigger

I'm a broke nigga, not referring to financial figures

'Cause I got a job, but my job ain't fulfilling

I'm trying to make my ends meet with no end envisioned

Feel like a cog in the system turned embolism

I'm milling out my own deck, not concerned with winning

Life dealt me a decent hand but I don't wanna play

What good is a good hand if you don't know the game

It could be one for the books, or a set up for graves

Whether its prosperous or ominous depends on the spade

[Chorus]

The fruits of my labor are always late for the harvest

Was spoiled rotten by potential that I could never harness

R.I.P. running on 'E' seeds seated in the darkness

But never breaching the surface, the dirt is where my heart sits