I want to build a playlist
...Or make you a CD
Just as long as when you're listenin'
It makes you think of me
...You don't even have to like
My Hip-hop and R&B
Just... listen to my Soul
This is how I make it speak

I want to be succesful
...Or maybe just employed
So that every 1st & 15th
We do something you enjoy
I don't need to spend it on myself
You fill my only void
Just know that only you
Can make a man out of the boy

I want to build a career
...an actual career
...So you can have my kid
& we can get up outta here.
We don't have to be rich
But we don't have to live in fear
Uncle Sam provides the paper
For my blood, my sweat & tears.

I want to build a mansion
...Or maybe just a shack
Just as long as it stands up
& Walls remain in-tact
...I don't even have to live in it.
Deploy me to Iraq
Just as long as love is there
Waiting for me when I'm back.