Forever Dreamin

Forever Dreamin’ (Soulful Drill Anthem)

By ITK (Switching between laid-back and hard-hitting flows)

[Hook] (Catchy & Anthemic)

Bang! Bang! Another soul gone, who gon’ carry the name?

Bang! Bang! Mama cryin’, say she tired of the pain…

Bang! Bang! Dream too big, they don’t want us to change…

Bang! Bang! But I swear we ain’t dyin’ the same…

(Background vocals: “We more than a bullet, more than the pain…”)

I put it on my fist so I won’t have to pull it from the wrist

Told my youngins, we gon’ fight back, we ain’t made for this abyss

They tryna X us out the script, like we don’t exist

But we the ones that built the bricks, ain’t no way we miss

Easy winds of heaven sweepin’ through this hell we livin’

Angels singin’ to the skies but we don’t stop to listen

How many more we gotta lose ‘fore they see the vision?

How many tears gotta fall before we make ‘em glisten?

Tides of happiness got lost in waves of bloody streets

Snow angels turn to chalk outlines, meltin’ at our feet

Remember dreamin’ ‘bout a world that ain’t got war or grief?

Now I’m prayin’ that my mama never bury me

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(Hook Repeats)

Bang! Bang! Another soul gone, who gon’ carry the name?

Bang! Bang! Mama cryin’, say she tired of the pain…

Bang! Bang! Dream too big, they don’t want us to change…

Bang! Bang! But I swear we ain’t dyin’ the same…

I put it on my fist, so I won’t have to pull it from the wrist

Rather swing with my hands than let the metal make a twist

They say we violent, but they never check the system’s prints

Crime scene photos but they cropped out all the government

Young kings dyin’, mommas screamin’ in the streets

Same corner we was ballin’ at, now painted in defeat

Chained since the womb, branded since the tomb

Either they box us in the cell or draw a box around the room

They say patience bring us peace but we waitin’ to be free

Nine months in the belly, but the world ain’t birthin’ me

They feed us broken dreams, play ‘em back on repeat

While we drownin’ out the pain with Hennessy and melodies

I’ve been pickin’ up the pieces, tryna paste ‘em on the wall

While my city loses pieces, body count feel like it’s tall

I wake up, I wake up, but I was never sleepin’

Livin’ in this world feel more like permanent dreamin’

(Hook Repeats – More Soulful, Background Vocals Build)

Bang! Bang! Another soul gone, who gon’ carry the name?

Bang! Bang! Mama cryin’, say she tired of the pain…

Bang! Bang! Dream too big, they don’t want us to change…

Bang! Bang! But I swear we ain’t dyin’ the same…

(Bridge - Woman’s Voice, Emotional, Spoken Word Style, Slight Beat Slowdown Before Final Verse)

“I’m just afraid to raise a Black son…”

(Echoes in the background while the beat builds back up)

Final Verse (Hard-Hitting, Climactic Energy)

How you help a kid who played pick-up games with ghosts?

How you tell him life got meaning when he don’t see no hope?

Chasin’

Chasin’ freedom in a city where they hunt us like a sport

Chalk outlines, judge’s mallets—what’s the difference in the court?

I found out peace ain’t affordable ’til the casket close

I found out livin’ feel like dyin’ when they make you fold

I found out bullets got no name but still aim for my soul

I found out one voice can turn into millions when it’s told…

(Hook - Extended & Fading Out, )

Bang! Bang! Another soul gone, who gon’ carry the name?

Bang! Bang! Mama cryin’, say she tired of the pain…

Bang! Bang! Dream too big, they don’t want us to change…

Bang! Bang! But I swear we ain’t dyin’ the same…

(Outro - Black woman saying Spoken Word Over Fading Beat)

As Easy winds of heaven
blow strands of life
across the surface
as it embraces voices
of angelic melodies,
tides of happiness
wipe years of sadness
from frowned up shores.
Many months of thunder
and a whole lot of nights of rain.