Dreams

歌詞

I woke up out that coma two thousand and one 'Bout the same time Dre dropped "2001" Three years later the album is done Aftermath presents "Nigga Witta Attitude, Volume One" Rap critics politicking, want to know the outcome "Ready to Die" "Reasonable Doubt" and "Doggystyle" in one I feel like 'Pac after the Snoop Dogg trial was done Dre behind that G series and "All Eyez on Me" I watched the death of a dynasty, so I told Vibe Magazine Working with Dr. Dre was a (dream) I had visions of making a classic, then my world turned black Like I was staring out of Stevie Wonders glasses It's kinda hard to imagine, like Kanye West Coming back from his fatal accident to beat-making and rapping But, we the future, Whitney Houston told me that And it's goin' take more than a bullet in the heart to hold me back Russian and this 40 ounce, letting the ink from my pen bleed Cause Martin Luther King had a (dream) Aaliyah had a (dream) Left Eye had a (dream) So I reached out to Kanye and (I brought you all my dreams) (Cause I love you, I love you, I love you) (I-high love you) I had dreams, of fucking, a R&B bitch like Mya When I saw that ass on the front of that King Read the article in the magazine, she loved gangsters, loved nasty things So I'm in the glass house having nasty dreams Good girls never give it up But anything is possible, if 50 fucked Vivica Hurdled life's obstacles, found my way through the maze Then joy turned to pain like Frankie Beverly and Maze Used to dream of being "Unsigned Hype", 'til I was crushed by Dave Mays Almost let my pen fall asleep on the page Daydreaming yesterday, dozing off backstage I thought I saw Eazy talking to Jam Master Jay So I walked over, heard Jam Master say "It's a hard knock life, then you pass away" They say sleep is the cousin of death, so my eyes wide open Cause a dream is kin to your last breath Russian and this 40 ounce, letting the ink from my pen bleed Cause Martin Luther King had a (dream) Aaliyah had a (dream) Left Eye had a (dream) So I reached out to Kanye and (I brought you all my dreams) (Cause I love you, I love you, I love you) (I-high love you) The dream of Huey Newton that's what I'm living through The dream of Eric Wright, that's what I'm giving you Who walked through the White House without a business suit Compton had jheri curl dripping on Ronald Reagan's shoes Gave Mike Lem my demo, came here to pay my dues Started off with Whoo Kid, then I start blazing Clue It was all a dream like Big said it'd be Don't sleep on me homey, I bring nightmares to reality Rap phenomenon, defying the rules of gravity Studied all the classics, start revising my strategy Cause Marshall Mathers made it, Curtis Jackson made it Head in the clouds, wondering where the hell Marvin Gaye went How do I say this, I'm living for my son But I can't figure out, why I'm at my temple with this gun Wake up to a Jesus piece like a catholic nun The war to be a rap legend, has just begun Russian and this 40 ounce, letting the ink from my pen bleed Cause Martin Luther King had a (dream) Aaliyah had a (dream) Left Eye had a (dream) So I reached out to Kanye and (I brought you all my dreams) (Cause I love you, I love you, I love you) (I-high love you) This song is dedicated to Yetunde Price The sister of Venus and Serena Williams Who was slain during a gang shootout in Compton Sunday, September 14th, 2003, rest in peace (I brought you all my dreams) (Cause I love you, I love you, I love you) (I-high love you)