Street Dreams [In Progress]

Street Dreams aren't just for Gs--No
Street-corner thugs can't get you these
Street Gs aren't badass--please!...
Those rocks you sell won't set you free...
And No bags of green won't ground your feet...

I dream in groups of threes...
Four-I wake up still in need...
Got hunger pains I just can't feed...
Cause I'm starving for some sweet, sweet dreams.

But Street Dreams do come in 3s,
Bitter, sweet, and bended knees.
Street Dreams, do you get these?
Or am I alone in these feelings?

Street Dreams aren't always sweet...
Sometimes we fall when we dare leap...
No, Sweet Dreams aren't just for Gs...
No, Drugs and Guns can't buy you these...
Street Dreams aren't just for Gs...
So, 'gangstas' please--DON'T TREAD ON ME...

Oh why can't I just live to be free,
From the words pent up inside of me?!
My pen moves as the spirit breaks free...
Dropping these lines like they're killing me...
Like if I don't write them down, my heart won't beat...
My chest won't heave, 'cause I just can't breathe...
These words unspoken, will choke the life outta me...
So, I'll write them down with a fevered frenzy.

Street Dreams aren't always sweet...
Sometimes we fall when we dare leap...
No, Sweet Dreams aren't just for Gs...
No, Drugs and Guns can't buy you these...
Street Dreams aren't just for Gs...
So, bitches please--DON'T TREAD ON ME...

No I can't think and I can't sleep...
'Till I drop ev'ry thing and spit these deep seeded pleas...
Cries from within--dark and deep--A mental weep...
Tears in form of lyrics--so deep--falling in rhythms so neat...
Fitting of the heart--that's resting within the beat...
Expressing the thoughts--and beliefs-- of the muse inside of me...
This master that I cannot see--but can only feel--instructing me...
In the means and ways of human beings--how they act, speak, and think...

Street Dreams aren't always sweet...
Sometimes we fall when we dare leap...
No, Street Dreams aren't just for Gs...
No, Drugs and Guns can't buy you these...
Street Dreams aren't just for Gs...
So, chucos please--DON'T TREAD ON ME...

No, Sweet Dreams just can't defeat,
The Street Dreams that feed on me...
No matter what I do or whom I fiercely beat...
My mistakes just seem to play--repeat, repeat...

Yeah, Street Dreams keep haunting me...
Remembering all the darker things...
The past replayed in horror scenes...
Showing present and future destinies...
Of all the fighters who think and rage like me...
Who stand and stumble like yearlings...yearning...
To simply die and and live freely...
Fighting just to feel the sting--
The burns and scars from these--
My curses and my blessings...of these, my Sweet, Street Dreams...

Street Dreams, I speak my peace...
And pay the price from my Sweet Dreams...
"Laying Dead" for truthful speaking...
And for fighting for the fairytale ending...
To the reality of the Dreams we're living...
Living and Dying for the Street Dreams I'm rewriting...

Sweet Dreams...now rest in peace...
Think no more of frightful things...
Sweet Dreams...now rest in peace...
Think no more of these...broken Dreams...

Sweet Dreams...
Street Dreams...

Close my eyes to live in sleep...
Only to wake in these Street Dreams...

Street Dreams aren't always sweet...
Sometimes we fall when we dare leap...
No, Sweet Dreams aren't just for Gs...
No, Drugs and Guns can't buy you these...
Street Dreams aren't just for Gs...
So, fakers please--DON'T TREAD ON ME...

'Cause Street Dreams are alive in me...
And I'm--fighting hard to make them be...
Street Dreams, you'll all soon see...
Just how Street Dreams transform when cleaned...
Into Sweet Dreams...ones filled with peace...
For, Sweet Dreams, I'll do my piece...
To make these Street Dreams,
Realities of hope, love,...and inner peace.