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Dream Lyrics - Artist : Joell Ortiz
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Crack Music [Joell Ortiz:] Little old me, from 6H5F and 4D In a project complex with thirteen Seven-story buildings in Brooklyn, not too far from Queens With a dream, thank God, He let me dream I'd imagine better things and try to block out everything I've seen Be on a natural high, walking by fiends And drug dealers harassing my mother for money I was the number one jokester when nothing was funny Headphones tuned out all of the sirens As I'd lean over for a sip of water from a fire hydrant I played Skelly over last night's murder scene With a dream, thank God, He let me dream Chased behind trucks, tryna haggle for ice cream A million ways to beg and not a dollar in my jeans Can't tell you how but I just knew I knew The first time I mic check, one two, one two It was all a dream Imagine me smilin' all in these magazines I was out there serving fiends, loading up magazines Could have been behind the wall So everyday I pray and thank God that He helped me through it all a dream Imagine me smilin' all in these magazines I was out there serving fiends, loading up magazines Rollin' dice on the curb, now I'm in Vegas suites Your boy made it out the streets, it was all a dream I looked up to dudes who used to look up to the sky After pourin' out forties or old ear, sane eyed's Drugs in our pockets, guns on our sides Prepared for both the fiends and the problems to arrive See, we was used to all that drama, ridin' by Wavin' death out the window, so everybody traumatized As tough as we looked, man, nobody want to die, man We had dreams, everybody's got a dream Pardon me if I look at some things differently Feels like I'm on borrowed time, this is the Epitome of lucky than a muhfucker mixed in with consistency Too long of a road to have a short-term memory I chased this dream so we could escape the misery My mom and me, some part of me knew poverty ain't meant for me We're starvin', be the honesty, and my bars garnished energy retardedly They follow me, the fans that is, they've been with me before the three And y'all came in the picture, I was artistry, in all the three Magazines that mattered, that's the saucony X excellin' vibe, my tripe XLT was a vibe That nigga Joell Ortiz is that guy Still can't deny what the Slaughterhouse did for me, four of us made history Tour buses or windows seats across bodies of water, all because of what we did to beats Livin' the dream, thank God, He let us dream This Rise |
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