[Chorus: Aloe Blacc]
Don't it feel like your dreams
Are deep is the ocean
And wide as the open sky
I know sometimes it seems
There's no use in hoping
But you'll never make it if you don't try
You gotta believe in something
You gotta believe in something
You gotta believe in something
You gotta believe, believe, believe, believe
You gotta believе, believe, bеlieve, believe
You gotta believe
[Verse: Sa-Roc]
Took a minute meditatin' on this vocal admission
How do dreams emerge from broken ambitions?
'Specially when circumstance can overwhelm vision
And defeat is passed down like a perfect rendition
We'd have gotten used to all the closed doors
But when the word of woe bit your peace of mind it's like folklore
We grip woodgrain like bare feet on oak floors
Chase the ghosts of freedom our forebears had hoped for
They tell us [plan filled never why they coast more]?
And they expand expectin' to settle [like an old score]?
How can man hope when they poach all that is precious
And tell 'em that everything [that's worth's already spoke for]?
That's what life is like in the land of bravehearts
Where extinguished black stars is higher [when your stripe type]?
Seen a brother penned up from tertiary strikes
And he still believe he destined for the light
That's amazing
Don't it feel like your dreams
Are deep is the ocean
And wide as the open sky
I know sometimes it seems
There's no use in hoping
But you'll never make it if you don't try
You gotta believe in something
You gotta believe in something
You gotta believe in something
You gotta believe, believe, believe, believe
You gotta believе, believe, bеlieve, believe
You gotta believe
[Verse: Sa-Roc]
Took a minute meditatin' on this vocal admission
How do dreams emerge from broken ambitions?
'Specially when circumstance can overwhelm vision
And defeat is passed down like a perfect rendition
We'd have gotten used to all the closed doors
But when the word of woe bit your peace of mind it's like folklore
We grip woodgrain like bare feet on oak floors
Chase the ghosts of freedom our forebears had hoped for
They tell us [plan filled never why they coast more]?
And they expand expectin' to settle [like an old score]?
How can man hope when they poach all that is precious
And tell 'em that everything [that's worth's already spoke for]?
That's what life is like in the land of bravehearts
Where extinguished black stars is higher [when your stripe type]?
Seen a brother penned up from tertiary strikes
And he still believe he destined for the light
That's amazing
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