Grown Folks Music

It was just a dream
It was just a dream
It was just a dream
Just a dream
Just a dream
See me? I'm just a grown ass man making grown ass music
Hand me down music for teens to fuck to it
It's beautiful, it's awful, it's just the way it goes
Spit up pathetic, aesthetically exposed
I'm a late 20's friends date early 20's girls
My fellas like them phillys sitting generous with curves
Bursting at the seams
Can't get no respect, grown ass man,no god damned skills
The pills don't stop, and the jobs don't quit
So I stopped wondering why you hate this shit
From the basement suite, you can't see the sunshine
Cuz there ain't none when she's gone
(ain't no sunshine)
It won't last 3 days down
What happened to my tolerance
(it's all gone now)
I need a fix, right away
I need to see the light of day
I write rhymes to solo, I help myself
So when i get there i can give another brother help
Every generation has a walter kronkite, (i'm lieing)
The lime light runs out on my dime
The cultist pulse-taker, things are lookin' grim
I used to love her, now she's kickin' it with him
Stinkin' up the joint, trip, trippin on the gin
Just another victim with hella thick skin
It was just a dream
(It was just a dream)
That some of us have
(That some of us have)
Make some moves???
Ya think I'm bad
(You think I'm bad)
Now i'm waiting for
My day to come
(my day to come)
Nevermind
It was just a dream
(It was just a dream)
When it comes to city anthems
I'm inner city store???
Nananana na na na na
Baggy pants
Blow the ass???
Hold ya head up like a man
Now thats some dirty, old bastards been done dirty
Stuck in the middle, ultra-slow, going under 30
Cuz folks backpackin' rock it like The Clash
The shirts get tighter the dope gets whiter
I'll still steal your lighter cuz it's there
I won't sell ya drugs because i care (oh yeah)
All tired out, scared of revolution
Sure, when you get a little something
You don't wanna be poor
You don't be homeless and famous, aimless
Drug riddled, strung out, down to ace this???
Scared of cops, scared of kids, scared of neighbors
Everybody in paris??? scared of jews n arabs
Scared of being useless, and worse, complacent
Self involved MC, numb, cool and vacant
Lookin at them flossin', these underage orphans
Serotonin attack, I need more endorphins
And these the last joints, need a light for a minute
Light these last joints then back to the books
Be a cynic 30 something with a law degree, fuckin' with the man, the way it ah-ah-oughta be
It was just a dream
(It was just a dream)
That some of us have
(That some of us have)
Need ta make some moves???
(make some moves
Ya think I'm bad
(You think I'm bad)
Now i'm waiting for
My day to come
(my day to come)
Nevermind
It was just a dream
(It was just a dream)