ve been through a lot, huh, and I'm still SCREAMIN.. .. I'm not dreamin.. hah, countdown Ten.. nine.. eight Like this, well (fuck) it Broken dreams,
it Lord, I miss it Lord These blood red eyes Don't see so good But what's worse is if they could Would I change my ways? Wasted times and broken dreams
Good fellas, you know you can't touch us dudes Don't push us 'cause we're close to the edge We're tryin' not to lose our heads, ahah hah hah hah Broken
Now, it occurred to me As I awoke from deeper dreams All this evolution And still I don't know what it means And it gets so hard for me to change When
are mangled Damn near slipped and broke my ankle If that ain't enough, the police are hawkin' Listenin' real close to the words I'm talkin' They wanna put a brother
in Hefty bags All I think about is keys and Gs Imagine that, me workin' at Mickey D's That's a joke 'cause I'm never gonna be broke When I die there
by my hand and I thought I would die Said, she wanted to take me home to make love Now that's the kind of rap that brothers dream of I said, "Fast,
streets crawl with ill niggas on the block Goin' hand in hand, leanin' in and out of sedans Pumpin' crack dreams to crack fiends for a fee Their dream
popularity grew that only meant more cream First it was him and his brother now he got a team Went from 5 and a half grams to living the dream City pulled
you You'd still live in my dreams Calling out from stages And music magazines ?If I were a painter You'd be green and gold Carved out of matches But broken
no home, not a nickel to loan Could it be, really mean, pretending that they're not alone? A willow deeply scarred, somebody's broken heart And a washed out dream (Washed out dream
dream I stood beneath an orange sky Yes I had a dream I stood beneath an orange sky With my brother standing by With my brother standing by I said Brother
the young folk business, it would've been better if you would have raised me/ But oh, streets smothered in crack, smotherin' me and the brothers/ I wanna
in mind we can run but we can't hide cause the streets we walk are never safe Still all my shattered hopes and dreams remain scattered Broken into thousands
and crone their dreams By the time I was seven my mom left my pop Then we moved to the south side of Yonkers, New York Then my mom remarried, had my little brother
They come from every state to find Some dreams were meant to be declined Tell the man what did you have in mind What have you come to do? No turning
's up to no one else You've got to free yourself Rosie is a waitress at the airport lounge She gave up on her dreams Her self esteem's broke down Now
