“Dream Drums”
HOOK (Choir + Trap Beat)
Lights out early, but the vision stayed on,
Turned my nightmares into dreams I could stand on.
Hit by the world, but I rose when it swung,
Now I beat my pain like a church with a drum.
Ayy—turn the hurt into hymns I sung,
From a no-name lane to a crown I won.
Ayy—every scar that they laughed at once,
Now a barcode, proof that the grind got done.
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VERSE 1
I was back before the lamppost lit,
Mama said “move fast when the sky go dim.”
City full of wolves, had to learn that quick,
Turn “lame” to a lane I could own and flip.
Five minutes of fame? Man, I seen that fade,
Felt rich with nothin’ but a smile I made.
Got called racial surls, I remixed that phrase:
Never Ignorant, Gettin’ Goals Accomplished—blaze.
Turn an insult into jet fuel spark,
Fuel my drive like a stolen car in the dark.
They ain’t see the art when they pulled them cards,
But a deck full of scars make a prophet hard.
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VERSE 2
Lost a leg, but I found my stride,
Whole world tried to clip these wings I glide.
Cops put hands on me, twice in my prime,
Shot by my city, wasn’t even my crime.
But love don’t sleep, even streets don’t trust,
Real love stays when the fake ones rust.
Looked in the mirror, met my worst op,
Had to box that shadow just to make time stop.
ADHD, yeah, I learned that late,
Explained every storm that I couldn’t translate.
No shame in the brain when the beat that great,
Turn my pain to a drum and the drum to fate.
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HOOK (Choir + Trap Beat)
Lights out early, but the vision stayed on,
Turned my nightmares into dreams I could stand on.
Hit by the world, but I rose when it swung,
Now I beat my pain like a church with a drum.
Ayy—turn the hurt into hymns I sung,
From a no-name lane to a crown I won.
Ayy—every scar that they laughed at once,
Now a barcode, proof that the grind got done.
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VERSE 3 (Final Verse – Victory Flow)
Now AI paint my songs with keys,
Told the world, “you only know what I let you see.”
Circle small like the hole in a snare,
But the sound get big when the truth in the air.
Kid from the Chi with a halo bent,
Turned broken into bars that the angels sent.
If I could climb out with one leg and a pen,
What’s stoppin’ you from the place you meant?
Take it with you, tattoo this theme:
Flip your night terrors till they glow like dreams.
Dreams ain’t dreams till they bust they seams,
And reality’s stitched from the songs you scream.
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OUTRO (Whispered like a prayer)
Beat them drums…
Beat them drums…
Every setback’s just a rerun of the come-up…
Now watch me run.
KalCityMusic