Dreams
If every man could think
on the lines of probabilities
What could probably be our
future in terms of possibilities
It seem like our dreams are
extreme to most or a lot of
our enemies but we were
brighter and smarter than
most of the opposing Epiphanies
This jagged edge was set between
a rock and a hard place
Dreams of a Scarface that left
us with a scared face
Our race's dreams decline and
leave us in a car chase, we have to
stand straight and dedicate our
lives people post-haste
We was dreaming down the lines
of motor memory lane rejecting
every pain hey remember me pain
Now is it memory lane or is it
memory change, It don't matter
cause in the end we'll all feel
bold with a gold Jesus piece chain
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