she wakes up and says "I dreamed you were carried away on the crest of a wave Baby, don't go away, come here" And there's kids playing guns in the street
leaving she wakes up and says "I dreamed you were carried away on the crest of a wave Baby, don't go away, come here" There's kid's playing guns in the street
us they way I'm feeling there aint no word in the thesaurus born on the 7th of may I'm a Taurus can't keep my job cos i can't take orders i feel like
mental When I crashed through work I was cursed but still I Quit my curse found my hustle Stack paper made it world wide Feeling the dream, don't be
ear to the drama for stucky and bush stones What's wrong? didn't think were strong with real niggas Roll like a boss in the streets they still feel
put your ear to the drama for stucky and bush stones what's wrong? didn't think were strong with real niggas roll like a boss in the streets they still feel
talk about their men And they practice all the tricks for them Too soon nightime coming on Deep in the darkness feeling alone No rain, no seed No dreams
re shaking? We gettin' live Dreamin? bein? in the Central Ave. bus stop Then I call bust out, wassup? Seems that the dream teams me Mecca, The God and
tight Pray to God 'cause it's hard trying to live right Waiting on the train can't hang with the street gangs Making me insane, putting rain on my whole
X) [Talib Kweli] (+ Background Vocals) Teenage lovers sit on the stoops up in Harlem Holdin' hands under the Apollo marquis dreamin of stardom Since they was born the streets
, shit, nigga, what? It's raining, he's changing My man is going insane Insane Past sunlight, more gunfight Time to get the feeling, word up What brings rain
sky They get wet daily, it's a live nigga water ride Just slow and steady when the rain step inside, let the tortoise by It's the hundred man street value
Nas: Journey Through the life of some real niggas Puffy: Some real niggas You'll never see what I've seen Puffy: When I sleep I dream of bodies
and 'Pone like the best in the business Niggas show love, hoes show interest My gun game got my pops to blame I used to hop over fences and buck in the rain
' to ambush this platoon you run into a monsoon Like stormy weather, your fatigue [unverified] 'Cause we bust bullets, thinkin' much more clever Eatin' through your gear like acid rain, feeling
I died when my brother died Cause to tell you the truth, I feel like I'm the curse in the game My vision is blurred, dreams is shattered, my heart is
like the purplest rain They say patience is a virtue in the game Fuck it, I guess, I died when my brother died 'Cause to tell you the truth, I feel
Street Science, you're on the air, ?Static? What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac's new one? Static I love Tupac's new record, ?Static? Right