All I ever had was a dollar, and a dream, my head was in the clouds, I didn't have the means, anticipated hate, that became the theme, Had to find a way to to build a money stream, And to find the line, to cross along the way, Felt like I was trapped, missed out on many things, Time was flying by, stuck out, many swings, fell down many times, then prayed up from my knees, Many prayers to God, asking why He let me fail, Then I realized you got to fail before you sail, pave your own trail, take the journey by yourself, I'm not tryna to preach, I'm just spitting out facts, I had to think big, then push it to the max, ain't no days off, cause them paychecks getting taxed, I'll rest when I'm dead, that's when I'll relax, If you doubt yourself, you'll fall right through the cracks, All I ever had was a dollar, and a dream, my head was in the clouds, I didn't have the means, I anticipate hate, that became a theme, Had to find a way to to build a money stream, had to concur demoms, now they locked up in my past, now when looking back, they detoured me from my path, missed on opportunities to gamble, take a chance, I have no regrets, short memory counting cash good money coming in, but I'm still receiving hate, the money talking good, and I'm piling on my plate, doubters gone quiet, can't look me in my face, I'm reaping what I sowed, and the sowing doing great.