Sometimes I dream that He is me
And the He I speak of exists upstairs only
He is a combination of all types of personalities you see
Because when all rolled up together it creates the most perfect human
be(ing)
For years I’ve found myself dealing with the theft of my identity
By a He who believes I’m just a memory
It’s during those times I am at peace with my new self esteem
Making money, taking care of my responsibilities, you know…the American Dream
But nothing lasts forever if you know what I mean
Eventually you’re forced to face reality and return to the scene
As time goes by and you start to learn why
We laugh, we joke, and we get emotional and cry
God gives us the ability to interact with all kinds
To experience the highs and lows from those with whom we align 
Its from these random encounters that I can learn a lot
And create the He that I am not
So when I dream that He is me
I dream a dream that only I can see
But to the world exists only He
Not a master of disguise or a cheap imitation of I
The new and improved me is actually a hybrid version of he
And I have elected to emerge from the shadows and be all that I can be
