Cappadonna - Dream lyrics

[Intro: Martin Luther King Jr. sample] I have a dream, today... In what will go down in history As the greatest demonstration for freedom In the history of our nation I have a dream... To make justice a reality for all of God's children "Tell me, this is a dream" - The Delfonics sample [Cappadonna] Of a big house, too many whips Mad wives and kids running out, what's that all about? Of me taking trips, overseas Getting my stacks up, cuz baby, now I'm getting big cheese Triple platinum sales, walking down the isle With my cream in the background, what, I'm hearing church bells Of getting back all of my paper That Razor Sharp stole from me, yea, kid it's only one me A crush and an R&B chick, she looking real thick But she was only after my chips A free of momma love, out of the slums Invested all my property into my daughters and sons Of connecting the dutch, with the haze Feeling mad tired, from guards, I ain't slept in four days Of hooking up with all of the top rappers Just came home from this club called Cappa's Nappy [Chorus: Cappadonna] Tell me, this is a dream, somebody, please Tell me, this is a dream, somebody, please Tell me, this, is, a, dream [Cappadonna] Of receiving awards, for the best album of the year And oh yeah, for still having the best broads Of doing my thing, everybody hating But once I hit the top, they be up under my wing Of producing these tracks, that sound phat Starting my own label, now, n***a how you like that? Of my baby mother's hurting theyselves Thinking they was jerking me, but they was jerking theyself Of all of the police that like my style They wasn't feeling me, but now, they loving me now Of being down on my luck, heading for the come up Living in the hood, but yo, still it's all good Of my brothers locked away, they came home Don't give a sh** about slot time, they carrying the curf' phone Of my people, stop busting them slugs Start united our people, stop f**ing with d** What up? [Chorus] [Outro: Cappadonna (Martin Luther King Jr. sample)] Dream, this my last dream, this one is for you Keep the mack milly by your side, don't let nobody stop you Dream, me getting on Me and Quazolla, gotta get that corn Me, keeping it real Staten Island, what, slash, Homicide Hill Do what you do, don't forget about your people They won't forget about you And everything is all good Afraid of God, man, do what you could (I have a dream that one day This nation will rise up And live out the true meaning of its creed We hold these truths to be self-evident That all men are created equal)