Dream (Prod. Myrd Schenk)

I'm a nomad that goes with the flows,

there's no man that knows, when I'm gunna explode,

but what I know, is that my plan is set, I gotta not forget,

for the jetset is on the horizon yet,

if I work hard then this is where I'll get,

you'd think I'd work hard if it wasn't a solid bet?

So I compose lyrics with transposed gimmicks,

use abused mavericks confused limericks,

but still the average of the statistics,

ritualistic savage ballistics,

kill the heretics for their affixes,

still despairing this well I can fix it.

The rain pours,

the rain it pours outside my window,

the rain pours,

greener grass grows.

On the other side of the hills the ills of the land,

hide deep inside riddles of another lesser man,

in a world of pretend, imagination's our friend,

and in your dreams you can always get out of it again.

So dream.

Take every moment of every minute,

with you and hold it like it's not what it seems,

it's not just another one of those ends to a means,

it's a physiological need, being a human being.

The rain pours,

the rain it pours outside my window,

the rain pours,

greener grass grows.