When all’s said and done
Will you chase what you need to pursue
That dream?
Or will it deter
You from everything that’s worth
The price?
Never will you choose
Again

Let’s mark 20square
In the crosshairs
Lost hair in the stress
Due to lost fares
Tossed snares in the trash
Dirty and brash
Get symbolic with the crash
Weathering a storm and a flash
floods that’ll last a year and a half
Empty or full doesn’t even really matter
Just an algorithm lost in the data
Start the paper chase
but the hustle been neutered
What’s a man worth,
precious like pewter
Not as valuable as platinum or gold
Even silver, take hold
On that paper I lack in the fold
And I’ve been told
gotta make due
Find whatever skills
Use whatever breaks thru
Gotta keep chasing and facing the odds
Getting kinda long, so now you’re reaching to God
Try to turn the paper of the good book
To a good look
Regardless what your neighborhood took
War of attrition- got you moored in submission
Last gasp of air,
Still your sword’s in the mission.

The papes,
paper that I chase
Will always manage to elude
These hands.


VERSE 2: Un-G
Means for the dream remain unseen (so I’m)
making a space that’s in between (this)
9 to 5 shit ain't breaking enough green (I)
got them side hustles to ween the lean

born of that immigrant philippine
multiple streams part of the cuisine (use to)
party and enterprise with dopamine (but my)
last brain said you got to recon vene

what does it mean to chase dollars for a dream
feel like a fiend that needs to come clean
dream ain’t your dream if your ass is in debt (for)
shit to be scene know what I mean?

praise slave owner that's the theme
on these bills that creep obscene
greed into subconscious stream
messing with the human self-esteem

I still dream of the love supreme
by any means necessary is how I deem
need no permission from money regime to
catch the light from creator’s high beam




Let’s mark 20square
In the crosshairs
Lost hair in the stress
Due to lost fares
Tossed snares in the trash
What the boss care?
Light flares in a flash
Take the loss square
In the jaw, glass Joe take a fall
The house will take it all
Then there’s nothing to withdraw
So take a pic or draw
And do not call me brah
Only brova, take a number
Get in line and then we crawl
To the meal ticket, stick it in the pocket then you scalp it
The chase will turn you to a
lonely bull like Herb Alpert
On the paper chase like
Dunder mifflin Jim Halpert
And Pam
Beasly, not easy to feed you all
Measly with these leads I feen the call
these knees are Queasy I feel withdrawal
Least we are seizing the wherewithal
- Pleasing to hear these I fear these
Will come back and squeeze the
Whole life out I’m wheezing
- In lungs pulmonary in-
efficiency
-And then some-
-Now you got me wishing see
-Suffocating now debating it
While we chasing it
Fully realizing that we all be hating it
-Format the rhythm I’m living in
6/8 and mixtapes are giving in
All beats They fixate and mimicking
- Chasing that paper be limiting