My dream It's my dream, my vision, guns.... love..... or money take a pick hurry make your decision, i preach with intentions , that will satisfy my every dimension, cause im deeper than most wells so i would love if you would listen, but some have hard heads like the ones of those 3 year olds sittin watchin mother gift wrappin That is tired from a night of lust and skin slappin ^ ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ( the son saw his mom and santa have a good time for his present) My dream went for good to bad i started to see a 10 year old holdin a sac choakin on dro like foxylady's first high when i think back i think black........ and blue like the brusies left on every hurt heart and i think why it gotta be like that ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ( his mom is a fiend and the bills need to be paid) You see my color is an indication of how much hatin is received and the basic 2 + 2 is not to be achieved You see this is why i dream Reality is so hard to see....... or believe, I try not to think of this to be true nig gas is out here killin each other over red and blue than if opposite colors of a spectrum cost my life than i dont want to see them...... That's why i think back to black Where i cant face the fact that my face is intact If i didnt have eyes could i see the struggle? could i see rain or sun or would it matter? If i couldn't feel would i ever be hurt or even feel the pain of which i cant see? Why me? why do i get so deep between the sheets of loose-leaf? Cause my dream is that i can face reality and smile!