The Dream

[Sevin] I’m on the Road to Perdition Politic wit extended clips for the hollow tips Fhhh… Oh would they listen One-Fifty-One mixed up in a twist While sniffing dope through my system Ain’t known for my wisdom Half of me was hopin I’d miss ‘em While the other half strokin’ the piston Never really aimed, but I know that I know that I hit ‘em Drop, pop leakin brains from his dome when I split ‘em Burgundy rag dust the prints off the curves of the mag Tires chirp cuz I’m perved gettin’ further down gerber Observin’ the ave No remorse for a rival, it’s survival He deserved what he had Streets cold as freon The Titanic still clasps with the peons From sun-up to the evenon’ Funk get drawn out for eons Gats glow neon homie... it’s the wrong side to be on Welcome to a horror flick It don’t matter what you sell And the tales either way make the quarter flip Jack moves for your whip, it’s sorta sick Mom’s on the stick so the daughter’s left on the strip And dope is the pope in this religion Hopeless is the hope that I cope with the system Freedom or jail... Either way I’m doing life behind the bars of poverty The fact I starve calls for robbery You think I’d be concerned with the laws ya’ll followin’? Ya’ll ball, my stomach line’s hollow and … Yet and still I do pray for release We in the age of the beast I gave to the streets my soul Cuz no peace is the peace I know I figure hell ain’t here, so at least I’ll go They say I’m enslaved to the streets — I know But my mind stays enraged in the cage of a deep silo Who could free that? Tryin’ ta bring my brother Khalid back But it seems that Whatever I serve they gon’ feed back And I can’t retract the fact That I done did dirt Got me tryin to ignore the pain dog but it did hurt Disconcerned is my pretense My homie got picked off we switched from offense to defense Mo’ trees keeping knee bent to console me To the fact I just lost five homies in a back-to-back sequence Sick of havin’ to rap the gat daily Clack it, act swayzy cuz Sac is that crazy And maybe I could detach the actions that made me Put down my mask and three-eighty Bag me a lady, do the family thing — have me a baby But the street life’s continued so the ave’s gon’ be shady I’m a two strike felon with melanin in my skin-tone Can’t see the future but I smell it in the brimstone Scripture’s got me crazy - not from JC I study the verses from 2Pac and Jay-Z Cuz they relate to the lost, sick and crazy And none of them took the cross …Lord, who gon’ save me?