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