Dreamslave/Murder Me Prelude

[Hook: Christon Gray] To live is Christ, to die is gain I asked myself am I a slave Working for the finer things in life Cause I don't ever wanna lose control Gain this world, lose my soul So free my mind, let me go Goodbye [Verse 1: Swoope] They tell us toast to the good life Or at least the one advertised Let that champagne spill, raise them glasses high Make truth out of wishes Pursue what your bliss is, a cruise with the misses Boat shoe, ocean blue with a view of the fishes You could get used to this feeling We living life in your youth full of riches While real treasure pass you by But that's okay you never had this life So be okay with being gratified, but never satisfied Stay distracted by the greed of your appetite And never sleep cause you dream of the lavish life Heart stay empty, pockets stay stuffed Cause when you love money you don't ever got enough The dream that you living for will make you a slave Cause the things you're living for can't go to your grave Two fingers in the air for Heavy D, Steve Jobs and Gil Scott Rest in peace These guys had a G for every pleasantry But couldn't take it when they headed to the heavenlies What you amass won't help on the day of wrath Cause what you earn can't go in your urn Hedonism is bound up in freedom's prison Cats dream of riches, like Jesus isn't So they get 'em a wife, a house, kids and a dog A wife, a house, kids and a dog Guess what, they ain't ever really live at all Naw man, they ain't ever really live at all [Hook] [Verse 2: Eshon Burgundy] Yo, am I a slave? That's a good question It puts things into perspective, what a good lesson Could I ever afford a necklace in my profession That costs just as much as a Lexus, could I be flexin'? What do I consider precious Lets just, say I couldn't really find the bestest Ways to explain the gifts God gives What do I call a blessing Knowing wherever my heart is you find my treasure So I guess with something so intangible, how do I measure Gotta stop moving my mandible and get my thoughts together, yeah Gotta let the father put my heart together Or get shot up by a shooter who was sharp with the Beretta, hallelujah! And it'd be hard for me to get up To my very last words is I ain't partin' with this cheddar But the truth will be I parted with it, all of it forever Tell the world I'll never fall for it, but y'all getting better It's a set up, yeah [Bridge: Swoope] A wife, a house, kids and a dog Guess what they ain't ever really live at all Naw man, they ain't ever really live at all [Hook] [Outro: Swoope] Two fingers in the air for Heavy D Two fingers in the air for Heavy D Can't forget my homie Sully G Two fingers in the air for Heavy D (Murder Me Interlude) [Verse 1: Swoope] I fantasize and try to dream of Security to try satisfy me but They don't measure up to please Cuz' real treaure comes in Jesus So I abort the created and adore The Creator I avoid what I savor cuz' rewards coming later My award is The Savior He is the prize My heart is toward what is wayward So what's in me must die