WHPB Premium Dreams on a Regular Budget

I got expensive visions with a dollar-store reality.

Champagne thoughts, trapped in a tap-water life,

counting coins like they secrets. I’m trying not to tell out loud.

Rent due, dreams due too. Funny how both knock at the same damn time.

I done stretched meals, like miracles, made noodles feel like fine dining

just to keep my pride from starving.

See, they don’t talk about this part, where ambition don’t match income,

where your mind lives in penthouses, but your body still fighting

to keep the lights on.

I’ve worn confidence like designer knowing damn well it was stitched together

from struggle and second chances.

Premium dreams yeah, I got plenty of those.

Dreams that don’t fit inside my bank account, dreams that wake me up

before my alarm clock. just to remind me I’m not where I’m supposed to be yet.

But I’m working, even when it doesn’t look like it.

Surviving, is a full-time job nobody claps for.

Balancing bills, dodging doubt, negotiating with my own mind

not to give up on me.

Some nights I go to sleep hungry not just for food,

but for a life that don’t feel like a constant

almost.

Still I get up.

Still I believe in something bigger than my current situation.

Because regular budgets don’t cancel premium dreams—

they just make you fight harder to afford them.

And I swear… one day, this struggle gonna look back at me

like it can’t recognize who I became.

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