Field of Dreams

So I guess I gotta
Guess I gotta, guess I gotta, 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 fucker to flames
But enough of the games, my shadow is a tidal wave
My idle, there's a brighter way, fight for it night and day
I've built fires inspired to keep my hands warm
I've hopped through hurricanes, and step-stepped 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 that's clueless how I kick it
This is blood, sweat and tears, flesh and 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
Lift my feet, raise my head
Love and sweat and 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
See, the kid couldn't spell for shit but could draw like a photograph
Fuck a hit, he rather his rhyme on the wall of a poet's class
He dicks with a phonograph, caught a flow and wrote the flavour
That archaeologist, artist's audio appropriator
Ghost rider, flaming chopper, carresing the night
And chasing the glimpse of a forever fading fluorescent 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 out his lungs
Soars a war-torn Mustang, through an empire of the sun
Catch him diving in his rhythm, rhyme and gliding in his vision
Manifest music momentos to remind him of his mission
He just rolls like a bowler, a soldiers forward composure
With a 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
Lift my feet, raise my head
Love and sweat and tears I've bled
Create the path I see ahead
(So I guess I gotta)
Walk my way instead
(Gotta, so I guess I gotta)
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
Lift my feet, raise my head
Love and sweat and tears I've bled
Create the path I see ahead
(So I guess I gotta)
Walk my way instead