Back in the day-!

New regime of this hip hop

“Who’s that!?”

An ill machine I can’t and I won’t stop

“Fall back!”

The type of guy brotha-you knowwwwwwwww-

“ talk that!”

I ain’t no wannabe ball player, I’m all player ,you been starting problems hoping that I’ll resolve - that,

Close your eyes, baby, open your mind,

What do you see?

The fact there’s never been another brotha smoother than me?

“ uh….no!”

Oh maybe that’s a little bit exaggerated but i feel like you ain’t one to not have seen the creative,

I’m glad I made you smile now I’m glad I was patient.

But moving on,getting back to the times,

To a place where a dollar got a basket of fries, we used to get together every once in a while,

But currently you’ll get unalived for cracking a Smile.

If Martin Luther king can tell us he had a dream?

Why can’t I explain the things I see in my mind?

I still see colors in a world turned gray,

Still hear melodies in the gunshot spray.

They told me dreamin’ would only lead to pain—

But I still dream anyway…

So let me talk, let me breathe,

Let me paint what I see—

Even if this world don’t believe in a brotha like me.

Let me rise, let me fall,

Let me break, let me call—

On a higher power just to walk through it all.

‘Cause I got visions they don’t wanna hear,

And a voice that’s still fightin’ through fear…

But I’ma speak it, I’ma bleed it, I’ma hold that line

If Martin had a dream, then I can have mine.