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
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
Intro: Alicia Keys] (Baby Cham) Here's my, ghetto story (*Story) Been in hell through the fire, now, gonna take it higher (This a survival story, true
feeling?s gone You wake up on your own / Lifts up and sends you homeward bound / Lifts up and then you?re found again
, there's no one to compete If Mercy's a bus'ness, I wish it for you More than just ashes when your dreams come true Fire! Fire on the mountain Long
pull up to the front of your driveway With magic soaking my spine Can you read my mind? Can you read my mind? The teenage queen, the loaded gun The drop dead dream
tried Yea, all the things I ever dreamed I used to feed the fire I used to feed the fire I used to feed the fire I used to feed the fire But the fire
my mother and father equal But I did damage to so many people So much evil it's hard to see through the dark Gotta fight fire with fire Let it spark and light up
that you hated and pap pap can't fade it We stay heavily sedated comin now back up my buck get shaken Deeply dreaming about this demon my daddy told me
furiated that you hated and pap, pap can't fade it We stay heavily sedated comin' now back up my buck get shaken Deeply dreaming about this demon, my
the 80's tryna get up out the foster homes in dreams a teen And now my mama let's me down, she wouldn't pick up the phone I'll make it all on my own
