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Eyes On The Prize

 

Eyes On The Prize

(album: Rally Cry - 2018)


Reach out, it could be better than a fantasy
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
(Baby, baby)

I got my levels outta place, last night was a long one
Looking for a quick fix, looking for a short cut
But if I wanna game plan up for a long run
What do I bring to the table except dumb luck?

There's a good chance the last thing I think of
Will show up in my sleep and crash all my dreams
With some shit I won't repeat
'cause it's not what I'm proud of
Some heaviness, some pettiness
Some things that I'm ashamed of

When I think of you (when I think of you)
I think of us (I think of us)
I think I'm done with this (motherfucking hiatus)
October comes and I'll show you what I'm made of
I hope it's harvest time
For my fruits of labour

Reach out, you've got the real deal right in front of you
Keep my eyes on the prize, baby
Keep my eyes on the prize, baby
Reach out, it could be better than a fantasy
Keep my eyes on the prize, baby
Keep my eyes on the prize, baby

I was repeating conversations with a chip on my shoulder
Replaying the scene, over and over
I got confused and the world started spinnin
Send out a search party, I've gone missing
Cause Lord knows I've been through the ringer
Lord knows I'm gonna come out swinging
It's mid July in New York City
I've been sitting in Coach, but I'm ready for the big leagues

Reach out, you've got the real deal right in front of you
Keep my eyes on the prize, baby
Keep my eyes on the prize, baby
Reach out, it could be better than a fantasy
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby

Got me singing ayy-ohh! (got me singing ayy-ohh!)
Got me singing ayy-ohh! (got me singing ayy-ohh!)
Got me singing ayy-ohh! (got me singing ayy-ohh!)
Got me singing ayy-ohh! (got me singing ayy-ohh!)

Those bodega lights at 3 am
Flourescent and bright
Just like a movie set
And Jules was dancing, lit up an imaginary cigarette
He said, "man, why you feeling sorry for yourself"
And the man behind the counter, turned up that radio
One of those old AM/FM boomboxes, the kind with the cassettes
You said something that I won't forget:
"Ya just keep moving, moving
Ya just keep moving, moving
Ya just keep moving, moving
Ya just keep movin'"

Are we meditating on this, or medicating on this?
I've tried out both before
It seemed like the perfect day to take a leap of faith
But I came up short
Are you listening close? Start listening close!
To tell me your true desire
I know it's played some mean tricks before
But I promise the body don't lie

Reach out, you got the real deal right in front of you
Keep my eyes on the prize, baby
Keep my eyes on the prize, baby
Reach out, it could be better than a fantasy
Keep my eyes on the prize, baby
Keep my eyes on the prize, baby

Got me singing ayy-ohh! (got me singing ayy-ohh!)
Got me singing ayy-ohh! (got me singing ayy-ohh!)
Got me singing ayy-ohh! (got me singing ayy-ohh!)
Got me singing ayy-ohh! (got me singing ayy-ohh!)

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