Small town kid with a pocket full of dreams
Ran to the city to bust on the scene
A taximan told him "welcome to intellectual hollywood, Washington D.C."
He smirked and cracked back "y'all gonna need me"

He had enough work ethic to make up for what he lacks
But no lawman nor humanitarians are hiring, he fell through the cracks
He sure came a long way to have nothing to say
His dues were passed time to pay, but instead he sat on his stoop with a cigarette puffing away

He would just say to himself
One day, one day, one day

He just wanted happiness
Instead he got this
He got mediocre.
What if he got his dream?
The voices of Yeats and Socrates would chime in
"What then?"

Don't look for fruit on a rotten tree
And don't try to follow the stars by their reflection in the sea
And definitely don't take your dreams to Washington D.C.