The Dream

I was born in '85 'uh / early '90 survivor

But who knew the jewels in the music would make me wiser

I was listening to King Sun and Wise-Z

Little black boys gettin' strapped up to an IV

Bullet hit a big wheel, blood on packs of Hi-C

Mama screaming "Why me?!" / downtown for an ID

Broke church-goer hope the angels let her fly free

Tryin' to sell dinners cuz the funeral is 5G

I grew up around the dope fiends twerkin'

Old pissy mattress makin' love to the serpents

The only thing that's certain is dreams are deferred

Ain't no highway to heaven left they dreams on the curb

We ride an old hoopty to the hell shop

Little wine and spirits, over 700 L's copped

Bulletproof auras cuz our souls gettin' shellshocked

Mother fuck the government / they wanna see us fail ock

And turnin' to jail rot

At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn

Picture me dressed as the Prophet Isa gettin' burn

Sprinkle ashes in the urn

Scientists have confirmed

From a lineage of kings

And I'm waiting to get my turn

From the streets to the monoliths

Possess all kinds of gifts

Meditated souls detonated, no accomplice

Walls start to close in, knew I was the chosen

Life was stagnated, whole energy was frozen

From the soil, spiritual oil, shot of the corrosion

Cracked the seven seals, took pictures and started posing

Success is in the future, I clearly see the image

It's true that many players never cross the line of scrimmage

Sit on the bench and they wonderin' if the game fixed

We all playin' hockey in hell usin' the same sticks

Some people left all alone, that's when they brain switch

They turn into monsters and do insane shit