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Brother El 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'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