my dreams Running down the boulevard I never thought I'd see the day When the night is coming down, I pray I am lost in a maze Of stolen dreams Lossing
My name is Jackson, I was named after my father Followed in his footsteps, down here to this factory I ain't complainin', wouldn't waste my breath to
We all once in a while wonder where our lives taking us and where we're going I've reached a certain point Realized I don't know what the hell I am doing
you wanna love me? Under the aluminum sun Did you hear those war torn stories Where the lifeguards slept in the streets In the jungle lands With the cold Cola cans
ball all night i been in the streets like all my life runnin like crazy the streets is my lady street shit is all i know (verse 1) i had dreams of livin
a blank in the humid sunshine When I'm in the crowd I don't see anything I fall into a trance at the supermarket The noise flows me along as I catch falling cans
inside?s potato sacks Yeah, talk money, I?m made of that Cocaine parties, like the 70?s I cater that You know what fame is? Sittin with the women of your dreams
of my baby days Blue blue morning, blue blue day All your bad dreams drift away It's a blue blue morning, of a blue blue day Lose those bad dreams Those
I walk on decrepit bricks and kick sticks and rusty soda cans Simply for lack of better stimulation Motivation comes and goes like gas station patrons
amongst the ruckus And be sucker free, flea chumps and busters Man yeah, get 'em hus, get 'em hus, get 'em hus Dreams when M16's with infrared beams Blowin' up presidents' cribs with cans
tha apacalyps Whatcha gonna do Lil' Rob all in blue Back beside ya house with a nine milli to Bought a couple of spray cans to spray this place down
you should of seen me I was flipped at the party drinking a fifth of MD Straight passed out on his mother's bed Seven cans of brew going through my head Dreaming
take a chance, I could live in cans Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot I can take a chance, I could live in cans Bring it on the block, my
my island of dreams With impossible schemes In a Shanghai Noodle Factr'y Place where I once used to be Nowhere doing nothing People there were made of cans
Well, we grew up down by the railroad tracks Shootin' B.B's at old beer cans Chokin' on the smoke from a Lucky Strike Somebody lifted off his old man
I see you walking on main street Lookin' in windows waitin' by turnstiles Thinkin' of things you thought you'd like to buy Livin' off dreams stored up in film cans
, kicking cans down the street Coca-Cola van broke down in the heat The girls in colored dresses They seem to laugh as they run, yeah But they dream of
edge of the world And push me over again Lead me up to the edge of the world There comes a time Now, shake your hair and rattle your cans It's a service
