Dream

Picked up my slack
Found spittin as my knack
Now I'm feeling and I'm sticking to my word cause I'm back
Found myself on a track
Not the ones I was runnin but the ones
I burn now from the land of the cow where the fuckboys run around
My life was a joke
Raised with people that pretended to be happy, then they croak
Gah Damn! My city wack
They should call it Serta City where the people think they witty but really they a sheepy
Good God it's a fact
If you real you a snack
They be eating at your brain cause they know that's what they lack
Only animals just attack
My anger is my crack
Snort a line, catch a beat, then spit it in their face
On a high being free
Course this high aint free
I don't care, life aint fair, it beats living in a cage
Where the pace is a walk and the green that you see
Is the green in the tea or a fucking Dollar Tree SHIT!

Fuck all the love that you thought I had for ya
My dream to big to explain to you fucka
Love to see y'all still in school Mr. Scholar
Cause all you gon be is a copy of ya fatha

Everyday I'm working late
Grindin towards my very fate
My path scares them all
While they livin in a crawl
My art never stall
All alone on my own
I'm the only one that's capable like Arthur and the stone
And the hook's now all baited
You fish serenaded
I stay like Apple being always upgraded
And the top's where I gotta go
Something you couldn't know
You standing on ya tippy-toes
Peaking through the wooden post

Fuck all the love that you thought I had for ya
My dream to big to explain to you fucka
Love to see y'all still in school Mr. Scholar
Cause all you gon be is a copy of ya fatha