Dreamer - ATMOSPHERE

She got a condition of the heart — a heart condition

So as a kid she had to adapt to smarter livin

Not much room to rebel because of health

No drugs, no booze, just kiss and tell

Well known on the scene, jail bait queen

Had the first baby, barely eighteen

Father of the child was after one thing

When the daughter came, the dad was unseen

It don’t matter, he ain’t got a job

So she had to go to work and leave the baby with her mom

Second shift till the neck is stiff

But she worked to build her own nest to live

Soon after that baby’s dad slash lazy bum with no cash

He want to come over and crash

He want to play his part

So she let him move into that garden level apartment

She knew better, she did it anyways

Explain better when you trynna see some better days

The suns up, catch those rays

Butterflies now, who’s got chase?

But she still dreams after she woke

Tight hold on that hope

Sometimes it could seem so cold do what you gotta do to cope

But she still dreams after she woke

Tight hold on that hope

Sometimes it could seem so cold do what you gotta do to cope

Two years later, two months pregnant

Same daddy, same broke ass situation

This time the doc said her heart might break

Praise God that the job got her health benefits straight

She believes in the right to choice

But she loves baby girl and she wants a boy

Makes more now a days on the day shift

Balanced that with night classes, take some

Time and space and make it all fit

The apartment they now live in is overcrowded

Raised her voice and made her point

Told that boy, go get employed

He put on his best shirt

Said he wasn’t comin back till he gets work

She knew what that part meant

So she swept every piece out that apartment

Peace out, keep out, take the scenic route

Rather only have to feed three mouths

She adapts to everything now

And nobody asks what she dreams about

A little girl was her first reason to breathe

And a little man was the first man she believed in

She gotta live right and do right by self

She do for self, she don’t want your help

Afraid of bein alone, but fear ain’t enough to knock her off of that stone

Gonna make that home her home, with or without a man that she could call her own

Big boss at work is anxious, continues to hand her the wrong advances

She passes the test, she knew the answers

Quit the job to go take her chance with life

This is life, we all strain

While we pray for dollars and we work for change

It’s all the same, we all struggle

Sometimes you gotta say fuck you!

When you smile and she doesn’t return it

Give her room, man, don’t disturb it

If it makes it hurt less to curse and fight

Go ahead and hate the world, girl, you earned the right