Lyrics:
would fend for
Was fiening for beats stuck between a dream and the streets
You just wanted to be seen as elite
Cuz you loved far rock like I jersey so
30° In the east chillin wind breeze
Knees freeze car batteries in these streets
Get your cleats please heath these poetic dreams
At ease the steeze
over areas
Buried us
In a system built by Giants
Or figments of imagination
Just to keep us quiet
I'm sorry I ain't lying
I'm just really high and I be
(East Campus)
It's my 1st with the College but I'm far from a freshman
(Mr. Trackgoneat)
Been killin mics for years all around
(And me)
It's my 1st year
of dreams it's Californication
It's the edge of the world and all of Western civilization
The sun may rise in the East, at least it settled in a final
of dreams it's Californication
It's the edge of the world and all of Western civilization
The sun may rise in the East, at least it settled in a final
The wind sang in the bare woods
And Thomas prayed by the trees
Heard him whisper through my dreams
That life was a reprise
Met him
the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's all good, baby baby (check it)
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine (uh-huh)
Salt-N-Pepa
the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's all good, baby baby (check it)
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine (uh-huh)
Salt-N-Pepa
yes men by your sides
When you walk along this route
Go, go swimming 'gainst the tide
Go swim, swimming
East Side, East Side
All around us
All
over mountains
The storm sent shacks tumbling, the sky dim lit like a dream
Many skulls were bust just by the weight of raindrops
Milligan ran
dreams
This is for you, yeah
This is for the movement
This is for the people who tried to call me a loser
This is for the hustlers
This is for the message
On land thats stole ancestors bones
In a decade ruled by tech spray
Were my crew handle that game play
This movements built off chess games
Now there's
Then we breezing the law
Blowing that weed from my jaw
G's up hoe's down
East Side to by dog
(East Side)
All the time man
Thanks for even asking
Yea
I used to walk by while they laughing at my music
Now they say nothing when they see oh shit Alex really do it, do it, do it
Everyone bumpin
matter serving the same masters
Movement of the Pan Afrik sponsored by the same fascists
Is it really a movement maybe it’s just stagnant?
Is it fuelling
back by the morning
I don’t rate that
Keep borrowing money you cant pay back
I'll will take it an’ flip it to make more dough
Then I’ll do it again
You know what I don't understand?
You say you real but you go on the stand against your man's
You better change your plans better do the dirt by
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
far away
Gimmie a star to reach for
Tell me what it takes
And I'll go so high
I'll go so high
My feet won't touch the ground
Stitch my wings
I saw a man in my dream, calling out, in the Timorese language,
He was gripped by, an iron claw, defining the pain and agony,
He cried out straight
keep thinking about the past
Memories of Eighth street for y'all that don't know me
It's time to take the wheel and handle these dreams before
stolen
At night I dream about the better times, about the freestyle rhymes
Midnight clowning didn't get too far
Skippin' class to play guitar
All
Yeah
God bless the Dream Chasers
If you got a dream, keep chasin' it
Never let nobody hate you out your dreams
You gon' make it, yeah
I could
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