ve been through a lot, huh, and I'm still SCREAMIN.. .. I'm not dreamin.. hah, countdown Ten.. nine.. eight Like this, well (fuck) it Broken dreams,
AC to do a small run Dreaming’ of vice Cold-blooded and nice You may see me once, but never twice Wait a minute This ain’t no dream It’s the heartless
achievable But alas, look at all the shit come to pass While we remained strong, others broke like glass Cos you lack style, and you need all the help brother
in the dark? Does she purr? Does she make it hard Hard to speak? Does she dress the part? I'm sure she'll take some getting used to, Brother she will
I awake, from blood thick dreams,washing blame, from my knees, softly done, so secretly. I'm awake as Charlie sleeps.A lone brother, a lone sister, a
it's nice to day Who am I? That brother with the platinum plaque With the strength to stand and say gangsta rap was whack The fact is that when that brother
x] [Interlude: Mary J. Blige] Souls are captured (souls are captured) Dreams are stolen (dreams are stolen) Hearts are broken (hearts are broken) Evil
day Who am I? That brother with the platinum plaque With the strength to stand and say gangsta rap was whack The fact is that when that brother rap or
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
Good fellas, you know you can't touch us dudes Don't push us 'cause we're close to the edge We're tryin' not to lose our heads, ahah hah hah hah Broken
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
are mangled Damn near slipped and broke my ankle If that ain't enough, the police are hawkin' Listenin' real close to the words I'm talkin' They wanna put a brother
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
by my hand and I thought I would die Said, she wanted to take me home to make love Now that's the kind of rap that brothers dream of I said, "Fast,
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
you You'd still live in my dreams Calling out from stages And music magazines ?If I were a painter You'd be green and gold Carved out of matches But broken
