wise men In mercyless greedy men? It's just the same old song... Just the same,old !(six times) It's just the same old song... What will be left for
dream Her dreams always meant what they needed them to mean What made them real was the action in between She dreamt that Assata was free in they old
'm from the X and I seen it all Shorties with dreams of playin' ball For Seaton hall turnin' fiends a full From me the word to Sacuon the same sad song
the same streets they became her master The children of the enslaved, they grow a little faster They bodies become adult While they keepin' the thoughts of a child
how she raised me Could've gave up long time and been lazy But my dream's strong, hear this song I'm not complainin' Just the realisation, livin' in this world of dreamin
spills down her cheek Stillborn songs of a dead dreamer, hymns of the needle freak With sunlight in her hair she smiles like she don't care her dreams
the radio Every night I had the same old dream To sing a song, oh, baby, to watch my name in lights If you wanna see your dream come true Honey child
man! I usually dream about gold chains and being an MC 'til I'm old and gray Instead I wear a tie and fix computers all day In this dream I trusted everyone
those who seek peace as dreamers, But isn't our whole culture built on past dreams? It is essential that our dreams become a reality Or there will cease
, only blue It's a new day for those good old dreams All my life I dreamed of you It's a new day for those good old dreams And it's all because of you
, Like we're all going the same way down. Yeah we're all going the same way down, I'm just trying to write it all down. 'Cause I write songs, and you
escape You feel so old, used, but not yet broken Not to think you have it all together I never planned to carry your burdens But this child was a mistake
the blue memory The siren from the deep came to me Sang my name, my longing Still I write my songs about that dream of mine Worth everything I may ever be The child
here For though this night was Christmas Eve And dreams were all about Somewhere down below on earth He had felt this child begin to doubt A child
I had a dream last night I was cast into Hell by a jealous God The Devil walked up and said, "You don't need no lightning rod It hardly ever rains down
do I even called your old number But it wasn't the same Some stranger's voice on the answering machine But the feelings remain after all this time And those old
child I'm talkin to this song I'm just doing the walk down memory lane If I crash just pick up my brain And yes, my nikkas the same, but they quicker
