Dream Killa

[Verse 1: Proof] This is me dawg, this isn't no "E" talking Deep thoughts in my dream plead bargain I know we see often The tights and the hammers the lights and the cameras Some called "friends" scramble when your lights pretty jammed up My wrist fight with handcuffs my soul held hostage These jail bars are symbolic of dispelled knowledge His hell's hot as thoughts of [?] birth the night when we started dreaming I wish you could feel my heart is beating And part the reason I'm this fucked because of Marshall why wasn't partial to stand on his follicles I didn't care no obstacle too big, I can't believe head lost his head, now I'm heading to the booth to be Proof Nothing less something else got this leeches teaching me freedom is everything Dirty Harry brings, justice to mooches, Proof just big heart'd with the passion to form art These clowns take advantage of my start, take advantage of opportunity, so stop pursuing me you devils will not ruin me God who is he show his face, know his place, slow the pace, coldest rays more than rage, olden rays, Damn I miss the gold days [Hook:]x2 Sometimes I feel, that no one is real And some on my team, are single handily Killing my dreams [Verse 2: Proof] I only been Proof since 88' was living Proof A testimony of truth what I'm giving you So from 89' to now I struggle with rap Em D12 had kids got Bugz on their tat Loving my past, But now gone flooded with evils Like the drugs from my dad I wasn't the [?] As I recall before D12 and, I was headed to hell man Fucking around with [?], did a tail spin when snook got took When Bugz got done, at night I'm thinking to myself "Damn, Am I the next one?" Look in the mirror, my mental's deep, I let this info leak as a man I feel incomplete I'm confused I'm sober and, Fuck a pill nah, Oh I got it pass the booze give me a pill mah ! It was real I went lost it now I lost it for a lady friend in age we ain't colliers no friends But Dolo so dough is my solo for more dough ? Or to unleash demons, seemed to me & myself my wealth My [?] I'm breathing to even a skull of these assets were publishing checks to musical vets that's in the usual debts Confused and arrest, when nigga shit we're losing the best ! Pac & Big if I could live the right life I'd invite Christ I know you all could, It's not all good ! My dreams are choke, the King is woke I fiend for reality like fiends for dope Dope , Let me clean my throat I fiend for reality like fiend for dope ! [Hook:]x2 Sometimes I feel, that no one is real And some on my team, are single handily Killing my dreams..