They taught us dreams were something to chase.
Something out there.
Something for later.
Meanwhile, the bills due now, the weight heavy now, the soul tired right fucking now.
They raised us on this idea that you got to clock in, shut up, work till your back breaks, and maybe you’ll get to enjoy a little sliver of freedom before you die.
Fuck that.
This ain’t about no damn dream anymore. This is about vision.
And vision doesn't sleep. Vision don't wait.
Vision will eat you alive if you don’t do something about it.
Look around. You really think all these people wanted this?
You think folks dreamed about getting up every morning, hating their life, clocking in for a boss that wouldn’t piss on them if they were on fire?
Nah., they gave up.
Somewhere between the bills, the heartbreak, the lies, the silence they folded.
But that doesn't have to be you.
You feel it, don’t you?
That rage. That voice. That “I’m not built for this bullshit” whisper.
That’s your truth trying to break out.
Because this whole setup?
This whole low-wage, low-spirit, low-standard society?
It was never built for your brilliance.
It was built to drain you.
To distract you.
To keep you scrolling and doubting and playing small.
To have you asking permission to live your own fucking life.
But here's what they didn't count on:
You’re still here.
Still pushing.
Still learning.
Still pissed enough to make something move.
And if you don’t know where to start, start right where you are.
Fuck needing the perfect plan. Fuck waiting on the right time.
The only time is now.
You don’t need approval.
You don’t need validation.
You don’t need the world to clap for your effort.
You need to get up, look in the mirror, and say:
“Ain’t nobody coming to save me. So, I’ll save my damn self.”
Because if nobody ever told you
I want you to win.
Yeah, you.
The one tired of all this fake shit.
The one screaming in silence.
The one with a heart full of fire and a life full of static.
I don’t need shit from you. I just want you to stop waiting and fucking go.
We don’t dream around here. We don’t wish.
We move. We build. We fight.
And every time you take a step toward that life you want
every dollar you earn on your own,
every skill you sharpen,
every system you dodge or flip or destroy
you’re winning a war that most people don’t even know they’re in.
You hear me? You’re already in the battle.
So, act like it.
Walk like it.
Speak like it.
And never let this weak-ass world tell you how big or small you’re allowed to be.
Because fuck their limits.
Fuck their timeline.
Fuck their version of success.
You got one life.
You woke up today.
So, what the fuck are you going to do with it?