hear your screams I know I?m just chasing dead dreams 2x dead dreams, dead dreams dead dreams, you can leave dead dreams, dead dreams dead dreams
you have had it up to here Cause you mad enough to scream but you sad enough to tear [Verse Two:] My life is full of empty promises And broken dreams
themselfes that's they way it's gotta be dont think twice in this false paradise one step ahead or you'll end up dead burn up burn up my city's on fire
left alive Darkness's a shroud 2085 All our dreams have disappeared They burned down, tree of life Confirming all that we feared 2085 Don't give up Remember how we felt Fire
a dream the way we spark up and spit a fire the flame probably killin' your team , fuck it, see now we harbor helicopters.....turn the shit up, if you
no telling what could happen next Life on the edge, fuels the sickness in my head it imbeds the type of thoughts that got a lot of brothers dead The smarter
Thought it was dead and buried Then it woke you up last night You sounded so damn worried You've been tossing, turning, both ends burning I wanna put
Jump back from behind them and shoot them in the head Now everybody dancing the dance of the dead, the dance of the dead, the dance of the dead In time
Thirteen ghosts in the devil's head Step right up and feel the fire Hardcore love of the never dead Call me the American nightmare Call me the American dream
pull up to the front of your driveway With magic soakin' my spine Can you read my mind? Can you read my mind? The teenage queen, the loaded gun; The drop dead dream
say, couldn't run away, run away, in a dream she came to me, she came to me blinded by the light, light put up a fight, put up a fight i couldn't see
life of some real niggas Some real niggas, you'll never see what I've seen When I sleep, I dream of bodies in streams of blood Naked bitches, dead nigga
I glide the entire map With the frequent four alarm fire, rap straight up Put weight down, fuck around, you ate up And nigga when I eat, I mean I lick the whole plate up
your homies pick you up I got 2 million cash, that's my brown bag money Think maybe that's why n-ggas'll just fire mags for me It's the telephone game
arrogant drug dealer, the legend I've become CNN said I'll be dead by twenty-one Blackjack, I just pulled an ace You looking at the king in his face Everything I dream
Here's my ghetto story Been in hell, through the fire Now gonna take it higher Here's my survival story So many reasons to sing this Now we got the keys
