Written and recorded by me. 
Beat: Banlieu Rap Beat from 'La Haine' (64 bars) 

Lyrics: 
Now when I was younger I used to have this really sick dream
Where I had no limits and everyone believed in me
I could be an astronaut I would reach and touch the sky
I'd be that rock star  on all the covers in Dubai
See when I was little I had no pressure on me to graduate
Go out, get a job and work hard
I lived a privileged life with everything I wanted not too far
Just right around the block, yeah, I was pretty damn blessed
Then I got thrown into the real world and my life became a mess
See I didn’t realize that my whole life had been a vacation 
Until I found myself alone and pushed to my farthest limitation
Late nights by myself were my own personal hell 
Because no matter how hard you try you can’t escape yourself
You’re forced to face reality and the mirror isn’t pretty
When the reflection looking back isn’t who you wanted to turn out to be
Not saying that this stage in my life wasn’t what I needed 
But when you’re in the midst  you're feeling pretty damn defeated
Mentally and physically you’re cracked down the center
And no amount of drugs and alcohol you take can make you feel better
I found myself most in those broken down nights
Because I knew if I kept going I could eventually survive
The strength that I used had always been there deep within
I just needed something to kill that fear living in

No kid grows up saying “I want to be homeless”
But the way we treat those on the street it’s like we forget to notice
That we’ve all made mistakes that have cost us something important
But the concept of not judging others seems quite foreign
We’re obsessed with the fast life always trying to find something better
We’d rather kill ourselves progressing than have a scarlet letter of
“A” for average, that’s like the new f-bomb
We force ourselves to keep moving at the fear of failing our mom
And dad and the people who we have cheering us back home
Sometimes its like we’re living their hopes and dreams not our own
I wish I could go back, knowing what I know now, and tell my younger self 
To do what you do and want for you and for nobody else
Because This life is short you only got one chance to fight
Don’t wait until thirteen o'clock to start to try and make it right
Carpe Diem, sieze the moment, don’t let it pass you up
Because the next time it’s here you might just be out of luck
And you don’t want to live your life only remembering regrets
Waking up everyday alive but feeling like you’re already dead
Stop at nothing, take a challenge, run and let go
It’s better to try and fail miserably than stop and never know

theoriginalmelomaniac