Too Much For The Dream
• Written by KINGENOCIDE
I've been running through their vision, like a hundred times,
I outnumber your common sense by a dozen dimes,
Said she peaked in high school, you know what a summits like?
I've seen the mountain tops that these niggas could never ride,
I'm starting to think I'm too much for the dream,
Always waking up before it's as fun as it seems,
If this how it feels to be woke, I think I should've died in my sleep,
Because what I was looking for, I could never find enlightening,
Tried shining a light on what I think with Ultralight beams,
But, I'm screwed up from the lean, I'm two cups from the drink,
I'm two plus, Is two enough? I'm two cups from the brink,
Of extinction, obscene addictions will be the death of my genes,
The biggest shit-talker in the room, the rest is hygiene,
They said there's no room, so I put the rest behind me,
Stayed up late, even though I do this shit in my sleep,
Studied the game, now I know ignorance is bliss for people like me,
Too much on my plate I never cared for the velveeta-like cheese,
I let the lines in my head carry M's like Vegeta's might be,
But instead of receed, I proceed to where the dinner might be,
You know I've been throwing all of the schemes that they couldn't receive,
I guess they got butter fingers, they must of had to get it from me,
I'm going for more records than Guinness could keep,
I'm trying to be more reckless than Kendrick could be,
Always stay true to your country any day of the week,
That's the type of message Conway Twitty would leave,
If that's the case, I'll carry more K's than Kim K's twitter could leave,
Every mind is timed by whatever side pendulum swings,
Before Mister West wakes up, I guess this is the speech,
I'm starting to think I think too much for the dream,
Always waking up before it's as fun as it seems,
If this how it feels to be woke, I should've died in my sleep,
Because what I was looking for, I could never find while hiding,
What I was looking for was too lost for any finding,
What they was looking for in me, was lost in the nineties,
No time for dreams, I gotta keep my eyes on the road,
They focused on dying, they could never remind me,
They could never remind me, what it means to be alive,
You don't need TSA to fly, You don't need a Se-n-sei to fight,
Always ready for battle, that's the story of my life,
Always blowing up the chapels, while mourning for christ,
For christ sakes, they trying to do more to my lines,
Taking everything I say out of context,
Just wait til' the contest, I'll give you a concept, to be surprised by,
Tom Cruise, they live to die, I swear these pussies got nine-lives,
As long as they learned something from death,
Turn dreams to reality, no more living in stress,
It baffles me, how much we continue being depressed,
I guess, It seems, I'm not the only one that's too much for the dream,
Always waking up, before it's as fun as you think,
Your mind wakes up, and reality came in a blink,
Welcome to the awakening, where reality isn't a place you can leave,
I've been running through their vision, like a hundred times,
I outnumber your common sense by a dozen dimes,
Said she peaked in high school, you know what a summits like?
I've seen the mountain tops that these niggas could never ride,
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KINGENOCIDE
Member since April 13 2019