He leans back from his deck Rubs the back of his neck The stress takes effect Grips the bridge of his nose Squints while showing emotions he normally won't At 56,he re-evaluates possible regretting some decisions that he's made. Black is turning Grey patches of his age Reflecting from the glasses that pass of every page Passionately day reads Reading on occasion Dreaming of the day when he could do the same thing He's always wanted to write Thats all hes wanted in life With two daughters,a son,and a remarkable wife Hes in a bond Hes has to provide A family is relying on a milli to survive Hes father died at 56 so hes well aware of how vital a father figure is How big of a responsibility it is To be a good husband and care for your kids Never miss an evenin,help them with their homework, discipline to prevent things when their older His only son is only 21 and focus as a poet has only just begun Papa isn't dumb, he understands what this means My dream is his dream and his dream is my dream ^Chorus I close my eyes and i can see(history) The sacrifices he made for me(history) Who will decide for his family(history) So ima keep it alive(yeah) And so he targeted to be the dream guardian Guarding it from anything and anyone whose harming it But in his heart he knows the hardest thing is giving up his dream and being all about his kids As he kisses the lips of his misses for 24 years going on the 25th He thinks to himself this alone is a wealth Better than anything that's bought and then sold on a shelf Sometimes a dream is all that we have We have to continue to dream Once it is lost amongst our thoughts What really are we? ^Chorus I close my eyes and i can see(history) The sacrifices he made for me(history) Who will decide for his family(history) So ima keep it alive(yeah) So he sits back at his desk Cracking his knuckles and back his neck Faxing a paper displaying his name on another application explaining the name Things that they should know but the things they don't All the things that distinguish him as an adult Over the phone he can never expose The roll that he choose The roll in his home And at home he is a leader, a father He'll prove it by using his son and his daughters In their life he'll be playing the part of the one who inspires The one we admire His only son is only 21 and focus as a poet has only just begun Papa isn't dumb, he understands what this means My dream is his dream and his dream is my dream ^Chorus I close my eyes and i can see(history) The sacrifices he made for me(history) Who will decide for his family(history) So ima keep it alive(yeah)