have veered especially when they hated the image that they mirrored i got a text that said "p, please get up" some light shining brightly outlining my shit up
you will be able to see my revolution on television You'll get an aneurysm fuckin' around with my head on collision With the power to get you dead and half the dead
't understand all the shit that goes on up in this nigga's head From the hood come if you would but you might end up dead See these sick-ass Oakland streets
I spent a day dreaming of dying in Mesa, Arizona Where all the green of life had turned to ash And I felt I was on fire with the things I could have told
I won't condone another moan, not when everything is fine So in a drought learn to dance And pray the dead will return And dream of smoke without fire
before you even start to Playin with fire - don't you know that you're gonna get lit? Playin with fire - don't you know when to quit? Playin with fire
feel like you have had it up to here 'Cause you mad enough to scream but you sad enough to tear My life is full of empty promises and broken dreams
in the quick of the night They reach for their moment And try to make an honest stand But they wind up wounded, not even dead Tonight in jungle land
There, there baby, it's just textbook stuff It's in the ABC of growing up There, there baby, it's just textbook stuff It's in the ABC of growing up [
who's gonna make sure that he's fed, put a shirt on his back and a roof overhead? Tell me who's gonna dream the impossible dream of the beautiful cities
asbestos is killin us we tell them to fix it up but jus aint feelin us. They?d rather kick us out and tear it down to the ground, so they can put up
people are sleeping Pull words out of the dreams, it's the deep end It's the deep end, people are sleeping Pull words out of the dreams, it's the deep
can't allow it Bow if you recognize royalty My motor skills is more like a well oiled machine any team that we construct we'll blow your dreams up
Chorus: Killah Priest (singer)] (Tell me where, have I seen you somewhere before) (Was it in a dream?) Palms up nigga, palms up nigga Head down nigga,
Peering through the windshield for his cue Something entirely fictitious and true That creeps across your path hallowing your evil ways Like they were yourself, passing yourself not smiling The dead
In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right They on my ass like a center make them take a hike [Verse 2 - Meek Mill] Its MMG baby The dream team
Puffy: Some real niggas You'll never see what I've seen Puffy: When I sleep I dream of bodies in streams of blood Naked bitches dead niggas ghost
bedtime story? Please huh please? [Puff Daddy] Alright check this out right here... Woke up smoked up broked up What I had left and rolled up