Things I Dream - CunninLynguists

Ah, deep perspiration, heartless and impatient

My angel’s just a devil from shoulder to shoulder pacin'

Fillin' my gaze with hate, eyes cold as Alaskan basements

Aimed at records for targets while labels look like the Masons

I hang around outside of they buildin' amongst the vagrants

Dangerous, loaded stainless, maturity plus minority

Cool as cues, but cocked back is the priority

One in the flesh, lights, cops just stop where they stand

As I proceed to beat the publishing up outta this man

Tellin' him «Get the fuck up!»

They yellin «How could he stand?»

I don’t expect him to, bitch, I counted close to the land

Louisville slugger cover every inch of his noggin'

Bobbin' with every strike, askin' «What heaven like?»

The reverend might win a visit, that is if his spirit is near it

But if you yield towards hell you’d hear it more vivid

But I’m under slumber, ya get it?

To see it I’d have to let you all…

See the things I dream

Yeah, once upon a time I seen it clearer than the bluest day

Got off in some crime seen that line turn blueish-grey

Humorin' themselves about murder, pussy and politics

Word around the world is money and I want all of it

World crooked like St. Ide’s eyes acknowledge this

Just ask them Virginia Tech college kids

While you wait for apologies, I’m low like a fox

Get between me and your rocks, I’ll put your ass in the box

I feel the odds favor robbin' a world without God

Money’s the language, in humanity you need Visa cards

I need your cash and your car before I smash your facade

Or watch this classic toy make you collapse to the side, under the yard boy

Since a child these thoughts lurkin' in my shadows

Heard 'em placin' wages on how will I face my battles

Accelerate to add dope feel but never faulted

I’m standin' upon rock that’ll make powder out Gibraltar

Fumblin' with sweat on my fingers, somethin' impetuous lingers

Become infected with feelings so I’m electing this evil

To end my life without reason cause I’m indicted for treason

Closin' my eyes and I’m leakin', draggin' the knife till I’m bleedin'

Cause it’s the life that I’m seekin', feels only right that I’m meetin'

With Jesus seeking redemption but he don’t want my repentance

For he who feels my intention sees that my deepest impression

Is feeding me to these demons that lurk and feed on my essence

The pain is deep in my chest and I keep repeatin' my blessings

Ever since a meek adolescence that saw me beaten by freshmen

Parents repeatedly sentenced, heroin needles on dressers

They use to feed their infection, I can’t repeat indescretions

So I pause for reflection, long for honest affection

And getting lost in the music is only soothing for stretches

If you knew where my head is when I’m doing these records

You’d never listen to my music again, I can’t let you…

See the things I dream

I will know how things can be…

«I want to live a real life… I don’t want to dream any longer»