[Verse 1] My family dream with me Under city lights Pump the light The screamers rights Just work it out but ya'll ain't hearin' it Words Travel deep
Only wicked heathens commit it, sin of ages, well fuck it, bring it! Lately I've been waking early mornings screaming "Save me," dreams of seven horsemen chasing Jean
since The presence of Genesis and Osirus Life is such a stress But in the coldest storms I let them off in the Phoenix [Jean Grae] Over a thousand miles
