My dreams ain't more than
What they're meant to be
My Dreams ain't more than
What they finna be
Finna be great, the kids round
These hoods finna be great
If it's meant to be
I seen what i seem to be,
In the eyes of a little me
But life took a toll, round
When Bush took the polls
Guess I was Meant to be, me.
See ignorant bliss couldn't live with me
Ignorant shit just don't sit with me.
Overthinking think with me, thinkingly
Don't listen to Nike know

Why you're doing It. Blinkingly,
Cut back & fourth like a middleman, willingly
Pen & pad, just don't light up my
Bright up my Christmas tree
When it's thorns I'm writing with fightin with
Tyson with words, y'all Tyson wit styles.
Biting clowns, Black face, wipe me down,
This ain't coming off, let me be, aight?

Live with the lions -Watch with the owls
So don't for one blink think
We don't see that fake smile
In the crowd, in awhile it'a cry out
For the child you been hiding for facades
And fake vice findings,
"you gone Be aight.."
Thinking you losing yo mind,
I got cousins locked up losing they time
"You gone Be aight.."
Thinking they losing they time
When i learned from mine.
It's kids out here losing they life
"you gone Be aight.."
We all children of something
What'chu be[leave] in is how you come
Innocent as a minute old.
A menace as a minute old,
This ain't coming off.
You gone be aight.." I'ma be aight

Promise me, promise me,
That promises ain't real
'Cause i feel we been filled
With deceit(the seat), legs numb
They lie on the stand.
Can't lie where i stand,
They killing dreams wit
Every blind case that they scan
I used to wanna be 12
When i was a Elf, til i grew up
Seen us gunned down,
And gang signs threw up.
Struck not fear but hate into us
Energy cannot be created or destroyed,
Only transferred.

So when you pulled that handgun tantrum,
The soul from the fallen, we took it all in
& Ancestry calling tryna collect
My labor coins to tell me where i'm from
The same that told us milk made you strong,
Held physical strength to the Sun
And owned dairy farms
Stupid for thinking we stupid.
I could talk all day bout the hearts
Y'all break, & the things we kill for
I'll kill for mine but my intention
Is to never kill yours, dream
So don't kill my dreams

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