Lucid Dreams

All my lucid dreams turn to movie scenes;

celebrations 'fore I wake up for the eulogy.

Bruising knees & burning buddha leaf upon a nudist beach

where beautiful bad & boujee bitches live for seducing me.

Immunity - from consequences of acting brutally,

communities - barbecuing rappers in their Gucci tee's.

If there's no lighter, over the flame is where the zoot'll be,

smoking grass greener than their necks under the jewellery.

On that stardawg til I'm trapanese,

no stop & search for attire by the fashion police.

No getting frisked since a kid for this plant I need,

& doing bids while pigs have my spliffs sitting on Chris Hansen's seat.

Where no padded cells perverse my view,

still printing nightmares in every verse that I do.

Then I wake up feeling lower than my bird's IQ,

so I gotta get so high I got a birds eye view.

 

I'm just tryna turn my life into my dreams,

can't achieve it with this mic & with the beats.

Knowing that inside me is a side you'll never see,

voices in my head'll give insight to how I see.

I'm tryna live my dreams,

I'm just tryna live my dreams.

They want my dreams to be a sight I'll never see,

voices in my head'll give insight to how I see.

And I see is hate when I'm awake so I might sleep.

I'm tryna live my dreams,

I'm just tryna live my dreams.

They want my dreams to be a sight I'll never see,

voices in my head'll give insight to how I see.

And I see is hate when I'm awake so I might sleep.

 

I'm just tryna make reality of every dream I've ever thought,

knowing that my name'll get love when it's set in stone.

Everyday tomorrow feels like it was years ago,

visualising this future that I will never know.

Still resenting facts that a lesser talent's where the credit goes,

if you let me flow then your headphones become a stethoscope.

Let 'em know - everytime I pick a pen I wrote

fucking live with my heart by the words just like it's Periscope.

Heard some ex-fans tryna say I suck

emcees who've never came to me for conversation judge.

In the past I was only tryna liberate us

but hate rappers like Gene Simmons; I won't Kiss & make up.

All the anger gives me potholes in my lungs just like a British road,

blocking my whole fist with a wall until I got brittle bones.

Delving in my mind to find it's confined to a civil war,

so I'm sipping more liquor til kidda has got his liver swole.

 

Tryna turn my life into my dreams,

can't achieve it with this mic & with the beats.

Knowing that inside me is a side you'll never see,

voices in my head'll give insight to how I see.

I'm tryna live my dreams,

I'm just tryna live my dreams.

They want my dreams to be a sight I'll never see,

voices in my head'll give insight to how I see.

And I see is hate when I'm awake so I might sleep.

I'm tryna live my dreams,

I'm just tryna live my dreams.

They want my dreams to be a sight I'll never see,

voices in my head'll give insight to how I see.

And I see is hate when I'm awake so I might sleep,

I'm just tryna live my dreams.