My promise could be your fiend, a given end to your dreams A simple movement or rhyme could be the smallest of signs We'll never know what they are or
My promise could be your fiend A given end to your dreams A simple movement or rhyme Could be the smallest of signs We'll never know what they are or
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: My promise could be your fiend A given end to your dreams A simple movement or rhyme Could be the smallest of signs We'll never know what they are
projects, end up gettin mo' stressed Mo' money, mo' drama you know a nigga keep his armor 'Cause the streets are killin', now get your grind on I got that new
... This shit right here... The Roc Army... Dame Dash Presents... The Dream Team niggaz... Word... [samples from "We Are the Champions" used by Dream
some happy ass Clown, frown, Uh I get down In the trenches underneath the underground Under a blanket of hell you never heard rejected the sound Wrap your troubles in dreams
A dream that's old, a song that's new Money borrowed, guitar blue True love tries, but has to fail When distance, time and space prevail I can still
those who seek peace as dreamers, But isn't our whole culture built on past dreams? It is essential that our dreams become a reality Or there will cease
sleep, a chance to dream. Ay, there's the rub, in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause
'em in they hearts Make an example, what I said, ya end up dead Spayed the wall with graffiti like hogs for all my lost Doggs Never reach until I see
the night But I grew uneasy, she wanted the earth For now she was spinning her sins Breeding fell children and hiding her worth Before the new orders
