Dreamin'

Let me tell you bout my life, or At least what it used to be Trying to figure out my strife It was all so new to me My mother and father came so far So my brother and I could just live well Left everything they loved back home Now here all alone But still could have been hell, we Came under one roof My auntie and uncle, My cousins, yes one roof Six kids what a handfull Could have gone bad Probably could have blown Like a candle stick.