Dreams and trips

As kids we all had dreams

It all made sense till we turned 18

Then we realized sometimes they're just no choices

And some dreams my never be accomplished

Some keep dreaming while some stop

Some keep moving while some drop

Too many big dreams down six feet

Too many great men we lost to trips

They be selling us dreams

Inside these streets

Giving false hope inside all these trips

Bringing us pain and selling us pills

Making us to see things that are not real

My **** Jones died OD on morphine

At his wake keep see we still poured lean

Inna we heart scarred of course we bleeding

Bleeding

Aswear I'm all alone

Ooh oooh ooh oooh

Nobody really knows I've been going slow

Aswear I'm all alone

Oooh oooh oooh oooh

Nobody really knows I've been going slow

Aswear I'm all alone

Oooh oooh oooh oooh

Really knows I've been going slow

Oooh oooh

Don't wake me up I'm high in the sky

Air codeine destination cloud nine

Daniel Benson I dey live in my mind

Fantasizing bout things I can't have

I'm not a gangsta not tryna act tough

But when life comes knocking down on my door

Mi roll my spliff I ignite and puff

Then mi blank out and wake up at dawn

On these same streets are so many dead dreams

So many brodas dead but still walking

So many deep scars and so many stitches

Alot of guys dreamed but never lived it

I'm steady Pon crack like I be biscuit

Me wan free mind put Tems on repeat

MI gwan leave my dreams

Aswear I'm all alone

Ooooh ooooh ooooh ooooh

Nobody really knows

I've been going slow

Aswear I'm all alone

Ooooh ooooh ooooh ooooh

Nobody really knows I've been going slow

Aswear I'm all alone

All alone

Oooooh oooooh oooooh

Oooooh oooooh