Wake - B.Cooper, Derek Minor, Jacque Jordan

Close your eyes, and rest they say

But I’ll sleep, when I’m dead

My dreams won’t build themselves

Laying brick is harder than, hoisting sails

Yeah

Don’t get me wrong, love my friends and family

They don’t know how to handle me

Hear me rapping on random beats

I know they want the best, told me to give up on dreams

Chase a check, a salary, time to face reality

Cause one day, I’ll finish penning this tragedy

Rent still gotta get paid, electricity isn’t free

And I know that giving up, nah, that ain’t me

Work hard, no time to breathe, insomniac, no I can’t sleep

So I guess that means I’ve gotta chase it

So close I can taste it, had to learn to pace it

Mix His amazing grace with all my determination

Put my clock through detox, sick of time being wasted

Cause this is what I was born for

If you never take a shot, no points up on the scoreboard

Can’t breathe with- out it, if I slept on it I’d snore more

Never royal, this fantasy I’m living is yours, Lord

Close your eyes, and rest they say

But I’ll sleep, when I’m dead

My dreams won’t build themselves

Laying brick is harder than, hoisting sails

Yo

Aiiiiiii!

So many fall asleep, when I’m really trying to give all of me

I’m trying to make it so they all can see

I’m called to be the artery to pump life through a harmony

With more heat than the sunshine

And my heart beat like a drum line

And it won’t stop, until we march to the beat of the drum

The beat of the drum, until we’re all free to become

Who we’re supposed to be

And the hope you see is contagious

You ought to get close to me, I know

You want to go to sleep, you know I know

You ain’t got to tell me, you know I know

But we got to make a choice

Because it gets dark sometimes

It’s black or white, dark or light

But you in between, we need open eyes

Because it’s fight or flight

Fire flies in the wind to open minds

To open doors open blinds

Overtime will open eyes

Lean in, lean in to the deep end

Why you trying to sleep in on the weekend

Why you trying to pull back on the reach in

Why you want to react on the defense

Like you got something to prove

But I’m giving you the green light

All the other haters be like, nobody did it before

So I guess I got to get up before the break of dawn

So I can make this song, hoping one day you can sing-along

And from my cardiac, I wrote this for the insomniacs

Wake up, wiggle your toes

Your shoes got more soul, than what lies below

Wake up, wiggle your toes

Your shoes got more soul, than what lies below

Yeah

Told y’all I just wanted to get these dreams out

Let me show you where it all started

Follow me

8th grade I bought a 8 track mixer

And made a album with it

And I ain’t have a lot of money or experience

But I guarantee my whole soul was in it

In college learning music business just wasn’t enough

Plus I paid my bills with mix tapes that I sold out of my trunk

I had raggedy cars, raggedy clothes, cause all of my dough

Went to audio cards, drum machines, and new microphones

Sacrificed while all my peers out partied and sleeped

Turn these speakers with my music up

Hope they wake up my dreams

I done worked so hard crafting this gifted that God put in my life

So if you sleep on me, I hope and pray you toss and turn all night

How dare fix your lips to tell me what I am gone be

With or without Reach, just RMG, it’s still God holding me

Long as Christ got me, Doc got me, Canon, Tone, Chad Jones got me

B. Coop, Deraj got me, we ain’t worried 'bout one thang got me

Still got love for Reach records, my family till I’m gone

But for the rest of y’all that’s wondering, the dreams still move on

Minor!