“You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us. And the world will live as one.”
Our Dream
Verse 1
Dear lord, forgive how i’m liven it;
How I kilt the game, and what i did to it;
I slang, kane in the rain, and delivered it;
I built my name, off of killin it;
That’s right! Cursed from the womb;
I used to move packs, on the 1st of the moon;
Awhooo! Changed in the noon;
I used to animorph, from a wolf to a goon;
Leader of the lost, till I’m tossed in a tomb;
Gotta feed um all my thoughts. till they offer us room;
Gotta guide um thru the dark, revolution comin soon;
If you aint got the heart, you just part of the doom;
That’s right, go and get tight;
You shouldn’t spite hate, if you don’t wanna fight;
But now it’s too late, dark army on the rise;
Minority filled, separation put aside;
Religion kept a secret, cus now it aint the time;
That’s just another reason, to separate our minds;
We need to stay focused, eliminate the slime;
For the ones that are woke, thanks for opening your eyes;
HOOK1 :
Our dream, Our dream, our dream;
We gotta rewrite the book, till it fits the look of;
Our Dream, Our Dream, Our Dream,;
We can’t follow they path, when they stand there and laugh, at;
Verse 2
Our dream, our life, our strugglin;
Our crime, our grind, our hustlin;
They reject our side of the sufferin;
Like the poor, aint born with the toughest skin;
Resilience, aint split, by color;
You could be white in the fight, but get to know thy brother;
You need to learn why others; Despise thy mothers;
Cus every man they’ve known never matched eye colors;
Empathy is what they lackin;
They don’t care, they still attackin;
We get high, they keep high taxin;
We just die, but they die laughin;
We protest, but they keep clappin;
Body count, it keeps on stackin;
Wheres that change, at wheres that action;
When we gonna make that happen;
HOOK2 :
Our dream, Our dream, our dream;
We gotta rewrite the book, till it fits the look of;
Our Dream, Our Dream, Our Dream,;
We can’t follow they path, when they stand there and laugh, at;
VERSE 3
Our struggle, in the jungle, makes um happy cus they make a profit;
We make trouble, they make double, everytime they cuff and lock it;
We just want to make a couple dollars, why they keep on stoppin;
Trust me, they aint lucky, every custy gonna keep on coppin;
Every drug, gonna keep on sellin;
So why is that enough for you to call me felon;
Will things ever change, there aint no tellin;
Cus we sacrifice our dream, for that dream they sellin;
And we know it aint right!
We all know when they lie;
Take control of your life;
Say no to the hype; Try to keep it alive;
Our dream, Our dream, our dream;
We gotta rewrite the book, till it fits the look of;
