Dreamslave/Murder Me Prelude

To live is Christ, to die is gain

I asked myself am I a slave

Working for the finer things in life

Cause I don't ever wanna lose control

Gain this world, lose my soul

So free my mind, let me go

Goodbye

They tell us toast to the good life

Or at least the one advertised

Let that champagne spill, raise them glasses high

Make truth out of wishes

Pursue what your bliss is, a cruise with the misses

Boat shoe, ocean blue with a view of the fishes

You could get used to this feeling

We living life in your youth full of riches

While real treasure pass you by

But that's okay you never had this life

So be okay with being gratified, but never satisfied

Stay distracted by the greed of your appetite

And never sleep cause you dream of the lavish life

Heart stay empty, pockets stay stuffed

Cause when you love money you don't ever got enough

The dream that you living for will make you a slave

Cause the things you're living for can't go to your grave

Two fingers in the air for Heavy D, Steve Jobs and Gil Scott

Rest in peace

These guys had a G for every pleasantry

But couldn't take it when they headed to the heavenlies

What you amass won't help on the day of wrath

Cause what you earn can't go in your urn

Hedonism is bound up in freedom's prison

Cats dream of riches, like Jesus isn't

So they get 'em a wife, a house, kids and a dog

A wife, a house, kids and a dog

Guess what, they ain't ever really live at all

Naw man, they ain't ever really live at all

Yo, am I a slave?

That's a good question

It puts things into perspective, what a good lesson

Could I ever afford a necklace in my profession

That costs just as much as a Lexus, could I be flexin'?

What do I consider precious

Lets just, say I couldn't really find the bestest

Ways to explain the gifts God gives

What do I call a blessing

Knowing wherever my heart is you find my treasure

So I guess with something so intangible, how do I measure

Gotta stop moving my mandible and get my thoughts together, yeah

Gotta let the father put my heart together

Or get shot up by a shooter who was sharp with the Beretta, hallelujah!

And it'd be hard for me to get up

To my very last words is I ain't partin' with this cheddar

But the truth will be I parted with it, all of it forever

Tell the world I'll never fall for it, but y'all getting better

It's a set up, yeah

A wife, a house, kids and a dog

Guess what they ain't ever really live at all

Naw man, they ain't ever really live at all

Two fingers in the air for Heavy D

Two fingers in the air for Heavy D

Can't forget my homie Sully G

Two fingers in the air for Heavy D

I fantasize and try to dream of

Security to try satisfy me but

They don't measure up to please

Cuz' real treaure comes in Jesus

So I abort the created and adore The Creator

I avoid what I savor cuz' rewards coming later

My award is The Savior

He is the prize

My heart is toward what is wayward

So what's in me must die