Kendrick Lamar, Punch - Dreams lyrics

Nah, what you get outta
Outta not writing your stuff down
On paper, you get the
More you know theexpression
The feeling yourself you know what
You want to say
Instead of reading a paper that sounds read
It sounds narrated unless you
Wanna do it narrated

What if a dream was reality
And reality was a dream?
And as complicated as it seems
If things we imagined actually happened?
And real life situations was artificial
They say we only living to die
Imagine if we're already dead
Waiting to live, living in hell
Trying to cross over to
Heaven we're confusing ourselves
Planet earth's like Oceans 11
We're plottin' for the getaway

When my childhood friends get sent away
To prison on their first offense
It's fucked up but listen
We study God but don't know him
Criticize people that work on Sundays
Two jobs just to feed their kids
Well, momma's scratching lottery
Tickets knowing that it's just a fairy tale
Cus' we ain't gonna win
Every time that she's bubblin' in
It feels like the devil's holding a pen
(shit) don't mind me I'm just thinking again
Thinking out loud
Thinking the opposite of proud
Cus' I'm disappointed at my self sometimes
Self-esteem gets lower than night strippers
Hard to motivate the right rhymes
Inspired by true crimes
It's not a game, it's nothing to play with
Turn it off then come back the next day
It's here to stay struggle that is
I'm so infatuated with knowing something
That's waiting after this life
That means what I'm thinking is right
Punch, loop the beat for a minute
Moment of silence for J dilla
He on his way home
Know he see me spillin' my heart
Hope for it soon wait a minute K dot! you
Said turn it back on, bring it back
If dreams was reality
If it was cool for you to be a casualty
The only way that you can escape poverty
Say that I'm weird but
Obviously you didn't get
It when I said it the first time
You're listening too far if
You hear this part
I suggest you go back and press rewind
I fast forward to common thoughts of a human
Deep in my thoughts like Patrick
Ewing in the paint
Look what I brought to my state that they
Can't bring - the industry need a fix
Stick heroin needles inside politics
This is crack music
O-pi-um, inside the veins of them
I don't abuse it
Capture each moment like film
Photo-shooting all my enemies moving
Direct them to a casket
Give it to 'em only if they ask for it
If they want

I'm losing you again ain't I? Ain't I
The perfect candidate to represent
The fifty states?
Black President, they don't wanna see that
It's evidentpain is pain
We only love to hate each
Other that's striving for great-ness
I swear to God that we live in a Matrix
Take that blue pill then
We start seeing spaceships
Kanye, west-coast niggas do it the best
Bring each other down
Crab in a bucket effect
We learn to live with it I guess
I mean die with it, since we're already dead
Trying to cross over to heaven
That's what I said the first time
Get it? Now little boy I gotta sit you down
Teach you about the things
That we live around
Materialistic things that we buyin'
Now means nothing
Later when the dream kick in
Fade me out, fade me out, fade me out
Fade me
Out, fade me out, fade me out, fade me out
Fade me out

What if dreams was reality and money was love
What would we do for a
Buzz to maintain our sanity
Chasing the wind, striving after this vanity
Traveling, no direction, the aimless casualty
American dream or Scarface fantasy
Kilos of coke and the arms of black families
We use to it, our hearts draped in stone
A mother's dreams for her baby
Boy to come back home
Cus' he out pushin' that chrome
Pursuing that cash
End another niggas dreams when
The fo-fifth blast
Now another mother screams picking
Out his casket harsh reality, it seems like
It's simple mathematics, it's not
It's trigonometry
(trigganometry) divided by some real life
And he'll do it again just
To get a mill' twice
The streets mowed him, can't make past that

What happened in Manhattan happens
All the time
In the hood, conspiracy to cover up crime
No nickel and dime, one shot pettiness
I wrote it in my mind as
A letter to the president
World trade happened on the world stage
Same stage look at us as some educated apes
On video stations women gyrating
Parading around, mind raping the youth
Fade me out, fade me out, fade me out
Fade me
Out, fade me out, fade me out, fade me out
Fade me out

What if a dream was reality
And reality was a dream?
And as complicated as it seems
If things we imagined actually happened?
And real life situations was artificial
They say we only living to, die
Imagine if we're already dead
Waiting to live, living in hell
Trying to cross over to
Heaven we're confusing ourselves
Planet earth's like Oceans 11
We're plottin' for the getaway

I'm the man up in this piece! You'll
Never see the light of da
Who the fuck d'ya think you
Fuckin' with? I'm the police!
I run shit here, you just live here!