Marcus Orelias - Big Dreams In The City Lyrics
(Verse 1: Marcus Orelias)I knew this was it, since ‘93I’m talking bout big dreams in the citySee corners where they’re on the blockLiquor store, selling rocksAbsent father in my life but I turned out aiteLost my best friend at the time in ‘99That’s 99 problems but I’m fineThe inner youth in Bayview just wants to surviveNever was a strong book student, number of timesDidn’t make the honors, watching my grades dropStill I wanted everything that was inWhen my momma was in with two kidsAs a young boy wanted a GameboyFinally got it, changing everything to colorMy life changed again, moms introduced another manA young man adjusting to another grown man, I’m bad at mathLooking back on the past, middle school came and pastIn a sense, lost my innocence cause…(Hook: Marcus Orelias)The city is mine. Top back, California sunshineSame place where I stayed on my grindMama told me I was destined to shineYea I’m destined to shineThe city is mine. Top back, California sunshineSame place where I stayed on my grindMama told me I was destined to shineWith big dreams in the city(Verse 2: Marcus Orelias)***** what people say, high school wasn’t funI wasn’t Mr. Popular or popular opinionI was cool; often it hurt to know so muchTransferred schools in 9th grade, I didn’t comprehend muchA round peg trying to fit in some boxes, plusI tried out for JV, guess who got cut?Like the girls who wouldn’t give me time of daySeparating themselves, I spoke my mindWho cares, to them I was always high or madWalking into class like somebody diedTaking stretches to master lines that I rhymedNever paid attention to lectures, not one timeWord is I caught A.D.D; plus I needed moneyI did a week of selling weed; looked around realizing it wasn’t meMy life became a tug of war, with so many pulling for meI'm just glad we got to see eye to eyeBecause being rejected, is what makes I, I(Hook)(Verse 3: Marcus Orelias)Fast foreword past ‘09, in due timeI had a 12-inch PowerBook; that was a hammy downRecorded into it, after I wrote my raps downIt was so old, froze in a few weeks. A week is all I needFound Jay B and started writing to his beatsA true scholar in every essence, digging different soundsSearching for samples that would turn my life aroundIt’s hard feeling motivated, amongst the lack of responseThe next month made a demo with used beats and instrumentalsMatter of fact it was instrumental, everything I had I hustled forWanting to drop but never knew whenA few producers were supposed to come throughNever did, blind to my vision12th grade came, barely passed to graduateSpiting a solo verse from We On, tearing up the stageI’m on now; all I want to do is make you proudWith big dreams in the city(Hook)
