Airplanes Pt.3

"Now lets pretend like i ain't got a name before they ever call me B.O.B aka Bobby Ray. I’m talking back before the mixtapes, (yeah), before the videos and the deals and the fame. Before the ever once compared me to Andre, before i ever got on Myspace Before they ever noticed my face. So lets just pretend and make wishes out of airplanes."

-B.O.B. aka Bobby Ray

Felt creative and I saw a few airplanes in the sky...so here's Airplanes Pt. 3; The version not available in your music library. :)

Let’s pretend that my anger got the best of me,

Instead of being in a class I’d be in the street.

Runnin’, shootin’, and lootin’ while chasing the green

And probably dead in my coffin by 23.

Let’s pretend that I was like everyone else,

Blaming things on others besides myself.

Making up excuses on why I can’t dream

Since I think that my vision won’t reign supreme.

Let’s pretend that I wasn’t crazy,

And at age 17 I had a baby.

Dropped out of school becoming a stay-at-home dad

While looking at the vision of life that I will never have.

Let’s pretend I was newest version of PCP.

I go in, take you up, then you cease to be.

Then I got ya addicted and I control your life

Now you’re up every night looking for the light.

Let’s pretend the clock turned back to the day,

Where everything was made on cassette tapes.

And what if my parents abused me and I grew up alone,

While healing up my wounds wishing for a new home.

Looking towards the sky trying to figure things out

But I can’t do anything special except shout.

Then the world shattered and the skies fell down

As I rose from the rubbles and stole the king’s crown.

Let's pretend that I made a turn for worse,

Exposing my unique gift that turned to a curse.

Let's pretend that I don't believe in a change,

But I still make wishes out of airplanes.

Let’s pretend that you’re on the road to your dream,

It’s so close to your face that you see it gleam.

How hard will you work to make that dream come down,

And make that wish happen right now.