High Hopes

Sleep tight, only dreams fade

Shooting stars fall, single mum needs a dad

Purest voices, if pleasure is gone, who can say Messiah
I've heard something, but I guess I'm a liar
What I knotted in my heart's fabric, those life patterns needs tie-dye
Fuck that middle finger cracking out of boxing gloves
Whilst my bare palms are sweaty, looking for lifeless eyes to close
I thought High Hopes need application forms
Give me more bars in this prison dorms
Had to write punchlines, but she said, I'm big fan of Pop
What does that mean, I'm confusing people with high hopes
Should I quit poetry, you know going astray
Been saving money for a wallet, not bar trays
Y'all got nothing at the end, pushing limits to the edge
What you are studying for, it's already been dead at the bench
Can't wait to see high hopes, hang in there
No one knows what afterlife means so beware
Thumb up, but ain't look for a like
Nicki Minaj and Tweeter are among things I don't like
Theyare say your mind is more than duke
Should I teach these kids how to grab a mic?
It's a trial thou, grabbing my knee cap, I'll won't pray till I'm a sinner
Proverbs choking my brain, ebonic writings telling me to be a singer
Global warming needs cold nights
Some of the drugs need fire, overdosing bars with club fights
Like a gamer upgrading his prototype warfare
Whilst I'm trying to feed my belly, fuck welfare
Pretty asses knows how broken condoms works
Ain't looking for a big up, street handshake endorsing hate
Time flies by the valley
We all end up looking down, six feet alley

No pinnacle, cause I'm thinking with my genitals
Bitches like Beyonce are reasonable
For masturbation, we are all clinical
High Hopes make sense to criminals
I lost mine, writing a dream I think I'm hand-capable
Get scared when I wrote scared notes in black books
Like frowning with Botox, sucks
But somewhere else, deep scars
These flash files are speed cars
I wanna know if I'm a stunt driver
Thoughts racing, dreams are C4s
Did Martin Luther find something to live for?
Slaves been the alternative to the gold
Words inside the Bible came too bold
Better write what ignite high hopes
Cause I'm going back to the bank of the river and draft how to rob
Look, missing and passing people
Faith took advantage of passive people
Bitch close your legs, pain and joy mingle
Life is a fucking dream, judged by high courts
But I'm the gentleman by the scorching sun and a leather coat
If you focus on high hopes, see, get lost

-Alpha