Your Dreams Are Heavy

Bro to bro, hear this truth,

Don’t trade your fire for fleeting soot.

Distractions whisper, sly and small,

But mountains fall when focus stalls.

You’ve got a mission, bold and vast,

Don’t let the moment blur your path.

Those little urges, cheap and loud,

Can’t walk with you above the crowd.

Stay locked in — eyes on the light,

Even when the path hides the fight.

Your dreams are heavy, carved in gold,

They need a grip that's firm and bold.

Ignore the noise, the claps, the shade,

You're not here for games they played.

You’re building something deep and true —

So let your focus carry you.