Chief Kamachi - The Dream lyrics
[Chief Kamachi - The Dream lyrics]
I was born in '85 'uh early '90 survivor
But who knew the jewels in the
Music would make me wiser
I was listening to King Sun and Wise-Z
Little black boys gettin' strapped
Up to an IV bullet hit a big wheel
Blood on packs of Hi-C
Mama screaming "Why me?!"
Downtown for an ID
Broke church-goer hope the angels
Let her fly free
Tryin' to sell dinners cuz the funeral is 5G
I grew up around the dope fiends twerkin'
Old pissy mattress makin' love
To the serpents
The only thing that's certain
Is dreams are deferred
Ain't no highway to heaven left
They dreams on the curb
We ride an old hoopty to the hell shop
Little wine and spirit's
Over 700 L's copped
Bulletproof auras cuz our
Souls gettin' shellshocked
Mother fuck the government
They wanna see us fail ock
And turnin' to jail rot
At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn
Picture me dressed as the
Prophet Isa gettin' burn
Sprinkle ashes in the urn
Scientists have confirmed
From a lineage of kings
And I'm waiting to get my turn
From the streets to the monoliths
Possess all kinds of gifts
Meditated souls detonated, no accomplice
Walls start to close in
Knew i was the chosen
Life was stagnated, whole energy was frozen
From the soil, spiritual oil
Shot of the corrosion
Cracked the seven seals
Took pictures and started posing
Success is in the future
I clearly see the image
It's true that many players never
Cross the line of scrimmage
Sit on the bench and they
Wonderin' if the game fixed
We all playin' hockey in hell
Usin' the same sticks
Some people left all alone
That's when they brain switch
They turn into monsters and do insane shit
But who knew the jewels in the
Music would make me wiser
I was listening to King Sun and Wise-Z
Little black boys gettin' strapped
Up to an IV bullet hit a big wheel
Blood on packs of Hi-C
Mama screaming "Why me?!"
Downtown for an ID
Broke church-goer hope the angels
Let her fly free
Tryin' to sell dinners cuz the funeral is 5G
I grew up around the dope fiends twerkin'
Old pissy mattress makin' love
To the serpents
The only thing that's certain
Is dreams are deferred
Ain't no highway to heaven left
They dreams on the curb
We ride an old hoopty to the hell shop
Little wine and spirit's
Over 700 L's copped
Bulletproof auras cuz our
Souls gettin' shellshocked
Mother fuck the government
They wanna see us fail ock
And turnin' to jail rot
At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn
Picture me dressed as the
Prophet Isa gettin' burn
Sprinkle ashes in the urn
Scientists have confirmed
From a lineage of kings
And I'm waiting to get my turn
From the streets to the monoliths
Possess all kinds of gifts
Meditated souls detonated, no accomplice
Walls start to close in
Knew i was the chosen
Life was stagnated, whole energy was frozen
From the soil, spiritual oil
Shot of the corrosion
Cracked the seven seals
Took pictures and started posing
Success is in the future
I clearly see the image
It's true that many players never
Cross the line of scrimmage
Sit on the bench and they
Wonderin' if the game fixed
We all playin' hockey in hell
Usin' the same sticks
Some people left all alone
That's when they brain switch
They turn into monsters and do insane shit