Dreams are for sleeping

But dreams make me weap 

Becasue it's the simple fact that I can't have the dream

When I wake up from my slumber  

Sometimes it makes me wonder 

How long can I keep this persistence called belief 

That dreams can be real if I continue to seek 

Seeking like a child when she's looking for her mother 

But am I looking because Im shookin from tooken

Or am I only worried about what's cooking 

Naw I need to be cooking up a recipe 

That's gone make me immortal 

Because normal is not formal to me 

So now dreams is my enemy 

Now everyday im fighting they become of me