I just wanna be a dreamer I just wanna be a king I just wanna give us I just wanna be me, I just wanna be free I just wanna be ... The son of Maya Angelo and Martin luther but pops was a bully moms was a mover .... Born in the belly of Medusa with the killers and the three time losers These cops pursue us, thug gangs recruit us, to carry on some torch, they were taught, would improve us As the system maneuvers, they just feed us manure They living in paradise, we shoot it out in the sewer I call myself Stat to remind myself not to be a statistic As the kush get twisted my consciousness get lifted We party with devils, digging graves with dull shovels Diamonds on my bezel my grind on some other level Im subtle but wont settle, all black clothes They say Stat you too ghetto, my pen wrapped in turbans My bombs, bass and treble Fell asleep in hell, I woke up living my dreams Im a rebel
Posted on: Tue, 30 Dec 2014 03:01:16 +0000
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