Richie Cunning - Pure Imagination lyrics

"Do I have talent, Dad?" "Of course
You have talent! You got all
The talent in the world"
"Can I be a baseball player?"
"You can be anything you wanna be remember
The saddest thing in life is wasted
Talent you could have all the
Talent in the world
But if you don’t do the right
Thing, then nothing happens but
When you do right
Guess what? Good things happen you heard me?"

Woke up, couldn't remember what my dream was
But it was probably the same one
Where I'm sitting at a easel
In the rain with a
Masterpiece trying not to let the paint run
It ain't really nothing new, cousin
Bare-knuckle boxing with the snooze button
But he never stays down


I've had mornings where I wanted
To tell them I wasn't coming, but, man
That's how I'm feeling every day now
Take a breath, punch the clock
Here we go again
Straighten out the nametag, tuck the polo in
Trying to swallow my pride but
Going out of my mind
Taking orders from motherfuckers
I'm older than
Lunch break, come back to make chump change
Starting to feel like I'm
Running out of somedays
Yeah, cross my heart, hope to die, my
Love letter with no reply, close my eyes and
Imagine: What if anything
Could really happen?
What if daydreams was everlasting?
(uh) I know it's silly, ain't it
But what if I really made it and could
Say that I rap without feeling humiliated
I would
Send a thank you to everybody I proved wrong
Be in the studio before I put my shoes on
Jump out my bed every morning
Like a youngin on
December twenty-fifth and tear the ribbon
Off a new song
They would love it, and they'd play it loud
Pour out my heart on the cut
They'd soak it up like a paper towel
They would stop me in the
Street every week just to
Say, "Keep holding down the city
Boy you make us proud"
I'd be happy as can be, duke, like I jumped
Right out of the fishbowl and
Into the deep blue but there I go letting my
Mind get ahead of me
Swimming in a rainy day reverie

Clock out, bus home, and change costumes
Sometimes I wonder what I'm in it for
Another night
Another twenty-minute chance to
Convince twenty people that I'm
Worth twenty minutes more
If I knew that even one lone listener was
With it, i would spit it till the
Club had to close down
Like a tired old horn player blowing with his
Case propped open on the street
In a ghost town
Take a breath, grab the mic, here we go again
Crowd thinning
I pretend that I ain't noticin'
They said, "Richie, yo you know
We got your back, but it's
Late and we ain't sitting round waiting
For the show to end" type of night that turn
Bangers into sad songs
Didn't even make enough to catch a cab home
Same train, same lonely ride, the cold
World rolls slowly by, close my eyes and
Imagine: What if anything
Could really happen?
What if my profession was my
Passion? What if I could
Sit in the back, hit every city on the map
And get the
Hell up out this labyrinth I'm trapped in?
It goes hotel, motel, holiday inn, around the
World with my crew, we just follow the wind
For real no more waiting on a wish
No more hanging 'round
Put the sails up and never
Let the anchor down
I would light up every face in the crowd
Cold
Tearing up the mic like ice in a blender
Laughs and wild times
Hellos and goodbyes and
Too many unforgettable nights to remember
I would wonder if it all
Could be what it seems
Nobody, wake me up, please
Life is but a dream
But there I go letting my
Mind get ahead of me
Drowning in a rainy day reverie
Pure imagination