GOTTA BE AH DREAM
CHORUS: Gotta be ah dream, gotta be dream. Things ain't what they seem, seem they never are. Gotta be a dream, gotta be dream. You pinch ya self and still seem stuck were you are. Verse: Whats Old school new school look, it don't even matter- No more-look out ya door witness da same damn paterns. Plain Jane threw on some chains and rings switched up dey status. Good became the badest spreading madness like magic. This reality is graphic, Adobe can't catch it . Odd numbers countin down, somethin at matchin. Peons livin in ah dream claimin that they woke. I feel my bowl with sticky green man, the kind that make you choke. My fam puff puff pass. Stay high enough to see wolves huff puff and smash. Ya door down invadin ever town. They called it conquestin. Handin down false knowledge built on second guesses won't let you ask questions until the end of the lesson. Told em they can keep they lies and shit. Don't matter what they got in store for me, I ain't buyin shit. ain't no Ufo's if you identifed the shit. I came here in the Mother Ship. 9 months of sailin, give or take, made the water break, came out exhalin, gazin at the ceilin. Trapped in this Maze searchin for happy feelins. My mind ain't the same as dem got groomed by ancient spirits. Feathered out rain dancin I can still hear it. Knowledge is power pillagin just to steal it. Call us black like the oil in our land they been drillin. Laws got created so we couldn't fuckin kill em. I'll take ah stand, numb hands, fam I just. don't feel em. The Slave became the master, changin up the chapters, gave me t.v full of pastors, jails and prisons just to catch us, a holy ghost came down to snatch us, visions unseen through glasses.
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CHORUS: Gotta be ah dream, gotta be dream. Things ain't what they seem, seem they never are. Gotta be a dream, gotta be dream. You pinch ya self and still seem stuck were you are. Verse: Whats Old school new school look, it don't even matter- No more-look out ya door witness da same damn paterns. Plain Jane threw on some chains and rings switched up dey status. Good became the badest spreading madness like magic. This reality is graphic, Adobe can't catch it . Odd numbers countin down, somethin at matchin. Peons livin in ah dream claimin that they woke. I feel my bowl with sticky green man, the kind that make you choke. My fam puff puff pass. Stay high enough to see wolves huff puff and smash. Ya door down invadin ever town. They called it conquestin. Handin down false knowledge built on second guesses won't let you ask questions until the end of the lesson. Told em they can keep they lies and shit. Don't matter what they got in store for me, I ain't buyin shit. ain't no Ufo's if you identifed the shit. I came here in the Mother Ship. 9 months of sailin, give or take, made the water break, came out exhalin, gazin at the ceilin. Trapped in this Maze searchin for happy feelins. My mind ain't the same as dem got groomed by ancient spirits. Feathered out rain dancin I can still hear it. Knowledge is power pillagin just to steal it. Call us black like the oil in our land they been drillin. Laws got created so we couldn't fuckin kill em. I'll take ah stand, numb hands, fam I just. don't feel em. The Slave became the master, changin up the chapters, gave me t.v full of pastors, jails and prisons just to catch us, a holy ghost came down to snatch us, visions unseen through glasses.