Pure Imagination Songtext
von Richie Cunning

Do I have talent, dad?
Of course, you have talent! You got all the talent in the world
Can I be a baseball player?
You can be anything you wanna be
Remember, the saddest thing in life is wasted talent
You could have all the talent in the world, but if you don′t do the right thing, then nothing happens
But when you do right, guess what? Good things happen
You heard me?
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Woke up, couldn't remember what my dream was, but it was probably the same one
Where I′m sitting at a easel in the rain with a masterpiece, trying not to let the paint run
It ain't really nothing new, cousin, bareknuckle
Boxing with the snooze button, but he never stays down
I've had mornings where I wanted to tell them I wasn′t coming, but, man
That′s how I'm feeling every day now


Take a breath, punch the clock, here we go again
Straighten out the nametag, tuck the polo in
Trying to swallow my pride, but going out of my mind
Taking orders from motherfuckers, I′m older than
Lunch break, come back to make chump change
Starting to feel like I'm running out of somedays

Yeah, cross my heart, hope to die, my love letter with no reply, close my eyes and imagine
What if anything could really happen? What if daydreams was everlasting? (Uh)
I know it′s silly, ain't it, but what if I really made it
And could say that I rap without feeling humiliated, I would
Send a thank you to everybody I proved wrong
Be in the studio before I put my shoes on

Jump out my bed every morning like a youngin′ on
December twenty-fifth and tear the ribbon off a new song
They would love it and they'd play it loud
Pour out my heart on the cut, they'd soak it up like a paper towel
They would stop me in the street every week just to say
"Keep holding down the city, boy, you make us proud"
I′d be happy as can be, duke, like I jumped right out of the fishbowl and into the deep blue
But there I go, letting my mind get ahead of me, swimming in a rainy day reverie


Clock out, bus home, and change costumes
Sometimes I wonder what I′m in it for
Another night, another 20 minute chance to convince 20 people that I'm worth 20 minutes more
If I knew that even one lone listener was with it, I would spit it till the club had to close down
Like a tired old horn player blowing with his case propped open on the street in a ghost town
Take a breath, grab the mic, here we go again

Crowd thinning, I pretend that I ain′t noticin'
They said, "Richie, yo you know we got your back"
"But it′s late, and we ain't sitting ′round waiting for the show to end"
Type of night that turn bangers into sad songs
Didn't even make enough to catch a cab home

Same train, same lonely ride, the cold world rolls slowly by, close my eyes and imagine
What if anything could really happen? What if my profession was my passion?
What if I could sit in the back, hit every city on the map
And get the hell up out this labyrinth I'm trapped in?
It goes hotel, motel, holiday inn, around the world with my crew, we just follow the wind, for real
No more waiting on a wish, no more hanging ′round

Put the sails up and never let the anchor down
I would light up every face in the crowd, cold tearing up the mic like ice in a blender
Laughs and wild times, hellos and goodbyes and too many unforgettable nights to remember
I would wonder if it all could be what it seems
Nobody wake me up, please, life is but a dream
But there I go, letting my mind get ahead of me
Drowning in a rainy day reverie
Pure imagination