[Intro – spoken/half-sung] Yeah… They said dreamers don’t make it — But that’s only true if you stop dreamin’. So keep movin’. Keep buildin’. ⸻ [Verse 1] Back in the day, all I had was a vision, Writing in the margins, makin’ words my religion. Words like prayers that I send to the sky, Tryna turn my maybe to a solid why. Late nights, beats hummin’ under streetlights, Future lookin’ foggy but my faith stayed bright. Didn’t have a prophet, didn’t follow the plan, Just a notebook, a dream, and these two hands. ⸻ [Chorus] We the music makers, dreamers in motion, Eyes on tomorrow, hearts full of devotion. I ain’t a prophet, or a preacher with a plan, I just play the cards I’m dealt, do the best that I can. ⸻ [Verse 2] From the block to the booth, I been findin’ my truth, Turned my lessons to a melody, the rhythm’s my proof. Every scar, every fall, every wrong I right, Made a symphony of struggle in the dead of night. Now the youth look up, I tell ’em stay strong, Don’t let the world tell you where you don’t belong. Dream big, even when the path feels long — The beat goes on, yeah, the beat goes on. ⸻ [Bridge – Call & Response] (Call) Keep your head up high, keep your heart in time — (Response) Dreamers never die when the beat’s alive. (Call) When they say you can’t, you just prove ’em wrong — (Response) We the dreamers, the makers, the writers of song. ⸻ [Chorus – Final] We the music makers, dreamers in motion, Eyes on tomorrow, hearts full of devotion. I ain’t a prophet, or a preacher with a plan, I just play the cards I’m dealt, do the best that I can. ⸻ [Outro – fade-out ad-libs] Dreamers in motion… Hearts full of devotion… Dreamers in motion…
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