Our Dream

“You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us. And the world will live as one.” Our Dream Verse 1 Dear lord, forgive how i’m liven it; How I kilt the game, and what i did to it; I slang, kane in the rain, and delivered it; I built my name, off of killin it; That’s right! Cursed from the womb; I used to move packs, on the 1st of the moon; Awhooo! Changed in the noon; I used to animorph, from a wolf to a goon; Leader of the lost, till I’m tossed in a tomb; Gotta feed um all my thoughts. till they offer us room; Gotta guide um thru the dark, revolution comin soon; If you aint got the heart, you just part of the doom; That’s right, go and get tight; You shouldn’t spite hate, if you don’t wanna fight; But now it’s too late, dark army on the rise; Minority filled, separation put aside; Religion kept a secret, cus now it aint the time; That’s just another reason, to separate our minds; We need to stay focused, eliminate the slime; For the ones that are woke, thanks for opening your eyes; HOOK1 : Our dream, Our dream, our dream; We gotta rewrite the book, till it fits the look of; Our Dream, Our Dream, Our Dream,; We can’t follow they path, when they stand there and laugh, at; Verse 2 Our dream, our life, our strugglin; Our crime, our grind, our hustlin; They reject our side of the sufferin; Like the poor, aint born with the toughest skin; Resilience, aint split, by color; You could be white in the fight, but get to know thy brother; You need to learn why others; Despise thy mothers; Cus every man they’ve known never matched eye colors; Empathy is what they lackin; They don’t care, they still attackin; We get high, they keep high taxin; We just die, but they die laughin; We protest, but they keep clappin; Body count, it keeps on stackin; Wheres that change, at wheres that action; When we gonna make that happen; HOOK2 : Our dream, Our dream, our dream; We gotta rewrite the book, till it fits the look of; Our Dream, Our Dream, Our Dream,; We can’t follow they path, when they stand there and laugh, at; VERSE 3 Our struggle, in the jungle, makes um happy cus they make a profit; We make trouble, they make double, everytime they cuff and lock it; We just want to make a couple dollars, why they keep on stoppin; Trust me, they aint lucky, every custy gonna keep on coppin; Every drug, gonna keep on sellin; So why is that enough for you to call me felon; Will things ever change, there aint no tellin; Cus we sacrifice our dream, for that dream they sellin; And we know it aint right! We all know when they lie; Take control of your life; Say no to the hype; Try to keep it alive; Our dream, Our dream, our dream; We gotta rewrite the book, till it fits the look of;