Field Of Dreams

So I guess I gotta...
 Yo, eyo,
 I spit like an M16, I let them all know they can
 have it
 That flash of magic, with an imagination to match
 it
 So catch it, it's classic, but it will not be
 contained
 In an industry man made, cause it runs through
 my veins
 It pumps through my brain, through my name,
 nothing will change
 Don't make me huff and puff and turn this fker
 to flames
 But enough of the games, my shadow is a tidal
 wave
 My idle, there's a brighter way, fight for it night &
 day
 I've built fires inspired to keep my hands warm
 I've hopped through hurricanes
 Step-step through sandstorms
 I've climbed cliffs, you can see what I'm dreaming
 Even walked on water, just to be here this
 evening
 So, here we go again, I gotta prove I'm no
 magician to you
 Rabbit in a hat, rappers is clueless how I kick it
 This is blood, sweat & tears...
 Flesh & bone a better way
 A brotherhood of hope, with a megaphone at
 heavens gate
 Shoot me down, raise my head
 Walk my field of dreams instead
 Cause' there's no way, you will march on top of
 me
 Not how this is going to be be
 Lift my feet, raise my head
 Love & sweat & tears I've bled
 Create the path I see ahead
 {So I guess I gotta...}
 Walk my way instead
 Yeah, check it out, yo.
 Well he's still kickin' it so beautifully
 Bet he's re-writing the odds
 Cause he knows it's not the dog in the fight
 But the fight in the dog
 And the kid couldn't spell for shit
 But could draw like a photograph
 Fk a hit, he rather his rhyme on the wall of a
 poets class
 Caught a flow & wrote the flavor that
 archaeologists artists audio appropriator
 Ghost rider, flaming chopper, corresing the night
 Chasing the glimpse of a forever fading the red
 sun horizon
 He just lights up the skies (lights up the skies)
 While running through this circus
 With the heart full of good vibes (heart full of
 good vibes)
 That's pumping through his circuits
 Live wire, high flyer
 Spit fire round his lungs
 A war torn mustang, through an empire of the sun
 Catch him diving in his rhythm
 Rhyme & gliding in his vision
 Manifest music momentoes to remind him of his
 mission
 He just rolls like a bowler
 A soldiers forward composure
 With butterfly net full of dreams hangin' over his
 shoulder he says...
 Shoot me down, raise my head
 Walk my field of dreams instead
 Cause there's no way, you will march on top of
 me
 Not how this is going to be be
 Lift my feet, raise my head
 Love & sweat & tears I've bled
 Create the path I see ahead
 {So I guess I gotta...}
 Walk my way instead
 Shoot me down, raise my head
 Walk my field of dreams instead
 Cause there's no way, you will march on top of
 me
 Not how this is going to be be
 Lift my feet, raise my head
 Love & sweat & tears I've bled
 Create the path I see ahead
 {So I guess I gotta...}
 Walk my way instead