Dreamer

This track was born from a real headline: The over 500,000 DACA recipients facing uncertain futures as the program faces legal challenges and political battles, many facing deportation to countries they've never known. Muckraker's r&b production gives the story the weight of a front-page exclusive — journalism you can feel in your chest. Lines like "Don't send me where I've never been to cry." anchor the track in specifics that generic coverage misses. The mood — heartbreaking — reflects the emotional reality behind the numbers. Every Majik's Studio news track exists to make you feel the story, not just read it.

[verse 1] I was three when mama carried me across the river in the dark, Don't remember none of it, just a story and a mark. Grew up on the west side, P.S. forty-seven, Mrs. Lee, Said I was the brightest kid she'd ever helped to read. Pledge of allegiance every morning, hand across my heart, This is the only country that I've known right from the start. I got my DACA at eighteen, renewed it every two years clean, Nursing school, Dean's list, the American dream they mean. But the letter came on Tuesday in a plain manila fold, Said my status was in question, said the program's being rolled. And the ground beneath my sneakers, the same ground I was raised, Suddenly felt like it was borrowed, like it always was a phase. I work the night shift at the hospital, hold hands while people cry, I'm good enough to save your life but not enough to qualify. So I sit on my apartment steps and watch the sunset burn, Wondering if the only home I've loved will let me return. [chorus] I'm a dreamer, just a dreamer, Is there room for me beneath this sky? I'm a dreamer, just a dreamer, Built my life here, now they're asking why. I'm a dreamer, just a dreamer, Don't send me where I've never been to cry. [verse 2] My best friend since the second grade, she's got the same blue passport too, Born ten miles from where I was born but hers says born into. We took the same AP exams, we walked the same graduation stage, But one of us is citizen and one is in a cage. They say go back to where you're from—I'm from Bakersfield, I'm from Friday night football and the county fair corn field. I don't speak the dialect they speak across the line, I wouldn't know the streets, the schools, the taste of their tortilla from mine. My little sister, she was born here, she's American on file, She asked me if they'd take me and I held her with a smile. But inside I was breaking like a window hit with stone, Because how do you explain that home might not mean home? The lawyer says keep hoping, says the courts might still decide, But hope is getting heavy when you carry it inside. Five hundred thousand dreamers and we're all just holding on, To a promise this country made and now pretends is gone. [chorus] I'm a dreamer, just a dreamer, Is there room for me beneath this sky? I'm a dreamer, just a dreamer, Built my life here, now they're asking why. I'm a dreamer, just a dreamer, Don't send me where I've never been to cry. [bridge] I memorized the Constitution, I can quote the Bill of Rights, I sang the anthem at my high school on those Friday night lights. I volunteered at the food bank, I tutored at the church, I gave this country everything and now I'm left in the lurch. So tell me what a dreamer has to do to earn a place, When the dream itself won't recognize my face. [chorus] I'm a dreamer, just a dreamer, Is there room for me beneath this sky? I'm a dreamer, just a dreamer, Built my life here, now they're asking why. I'm a dreamer, just a dreamer, Don't send me where I've never been to cry. [outro] I'm a dreamer... just a dreamer... Standing in the only home I've known, asking for the sky. I'm a dreamer... just a dreamer... America, was I ever really yours, or was it all a lie?