Dreams

And Last night I had a dream that I wasn’t rich
My dawg lived in two rooms and had a hundred bricks
Got sentenced to 25 but wouldn’t snitch
It was more like a nightmare I couldn’t kick
I asked god is this reality or rich dreams, while Satan watches and tries to get me to switch teams
I’m 21 I seen my self when I was 16
Up on the big screen
And I just sip lean
I’m waking up in cold sweats
And fuck therapy id rather hit the mall and throw some diamonds in my Rolex
Can’t see where I go next
I need some more rest
Cuz all I see is jailcells or a cold death
Everything is bottled up they want me to talk about
I can’t even think about it
Ima try to walk around it
Fuck it ima write it down
Don’t need to hide it now
So I decide to pour it out and start to light the loud
It’s sad because I pray but I don’t see results
And even in the light its crazy I just see the dark
I wanna change the world man I don’t wanna reach the charts
I’m dripping so before I die I gotta leave my mark
And that’s word to god, guru nanak, jesus
Buddah real talk man that’s word to allah
That’s word to them all
And oh yea I almost forgot
Most importantly it’s word to the lord
Cuz they praying I fall