Chasing a rhyme

Picked up the mic went far to insight never asked for nothing back left it in the right mind (Verse 1) I'm picking up the mic, setting my dreams into a flight, outta mind outta sight Yeah in the city of lights, everything catches up to you coming left coming right, And the bigger they are the harder you fight Where you going, chasing stars, chasing cars, chasing spaceships into mars In ya dreams, yeah, we’re raising the bars. Whispers in my ear, tellin’ me I'm the one, Every beat I drop, it’s like hearts on the run, Flying on a vibe, like clouds in the sky, Gotta sweet essence, can’t let it slip away (Verse 2) Heart full of hope, yeah, gotta be ready to grind, whatcha find, in a dime Every lyric I spit, is a piece of my mind, Caught in the rhythm, in the magic, in the cold In this world of brokenness, watch my story be told. Eyes on the prize, I’m reaching for more, With every step I take, I’m opening doors, Living in the moment, got that spark in my soul, Picked up the mic, now I’m ready to roll.