Dreams of Medina - Tha God Fahim

Sometimes I wish that we can be together

Sometimes I wish that we can see each other

It’s been a long time

I wish that we can greet each other

I put my pen down in between cold lines

These new times ain’t nothing like old times

It’s like everything i learned was fake as fuck

Im waking up, laying in this bed to make it up

And as crazy as that seems

I just got a call, my nigga got killed over a flatscreen — shit

They say: «life is what you make it»

I just wanna pant a seed, watch it grow and see it make it

But niggas like me hardly make it

For life you dont give, you sure do wanna take it

Got me askin' these questions like «What the fuck?»

He was only tryna run, you ain’t have to shoot him up

It’s been more less of having fun

Just days of being stuck in this living black hell

Broke as a fuck

Not enough roaches to make a blunt — shit out of luck

I put my heart up in this rap shit — But fuck this rap shit

Something like retail

How the fuck he sell?

He dressed like female

Spazzin' my account on g-mail

Tellin' me to listen to some shit you done freestyle

Oh so you devils talkin' to me now?

Now watch all that talking come to a seize now

I smoke a blunt to take the pain out

And if i wasn’t high, prolly tryna blow my brains out