BADREAMZ by Tha Soloist x A Dusty Cinema

Bad dreams, bad dreams, tell me, what does it all mean?
Niggas think they all clean, doing dirty on the scene
Pursuing green early just to catch the worm fast
No match for the snakes waiting in the grass
Mistakes? Make less if you wanna see success
'less you wanna rock a dress on a Hollywood set
Yeah, it's good to be loved, but the fear last longer
The blood, sweat and tears from my eyes made me stronger
No longer will I suffer for imaginary reasons
Enough of all the stress, and all the times I was fiending
Dreaming 'bout the paper or the women, I was cheating
Even in the mind where the thoughts can be deceiving
Demons that I found just lounging in my inner space
Living rent free, but now it's time to evacuate
You get evicted, I predicted it like Nostradamus
Conflicted by confessions

Should I tell you how I feel or rap about the garbage?
Should I tell you what's real or rap about the carnage?
Every day is war, retreat has never been an option
I'd rather go out in a blaze than be another slave
Whether East Coast or LA, New York or Compton
I keep my eyes peeled like the 7th seal revelation
For the fools that need a translation
I drop jewels like the RZA, painting you a picture
A masterpiece from the soul, yeah I'm reciting scripture
Fighting for my soul like I'm Neo, nigga
When I'm writing it's like meditation actually
It doesn't have to be like Buddha sitting silently
Wishing I was different 'til I called myself Tha Soloist
Musician with a gift to uplift, yeah you know it, kid
Bittersweet dreams turn to nightmares, nobody cares
I will always be there to spare what I can, yeah

Martin Luther King had a dream, they ended it
And though it seems dark, that little spark? I protected it
Bursting into flames like a Phoenix from the ashes
Dreaming 'bout the time I could feel it in my fabric
You reap you what you sow, so I feed it when it's planted
Planted as a seed, now it's a tree, and it's massive
Eaten by the people that were hungry for the fruit I bear
Treat them like the kings and the queens that they are; fair
Share my food with the Gods, sacrifice the offer
Hoping that they look at me as Abel and they favor me
Caught a fish and fed 5,000 men and women
Counting doesn't matter when the math already written
Division of the church, now they kill them during birth
And then play the victim with a blood soaked skirt
But who am I to judge, when the end is getting closer?
Pretend to be awake, but still asleep in a dream state

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• New Jersey