FellowMan - When My People Dream lyrics

[Verse 1] My people dream about more than just increasing green Peaches and cream and the crease in their jeans We dream about peace in the east, a truce A future where our seeds don't breathe fumes and they cease the police abuse We dream about clean streets Where feats of meaningful emceeing are seen as supreme speech And mean beats make the backdrop for worship The last proper wordsmiths battle across the surface I jot my verses down in sloppy cursive But the word's as solid as building blocks of churches Prizefighters box for purses, we rock with a purpose To highlight the cause of the curses Somebody poisoning the fruit like the evil queen The seasoning make it difficult to be serene See the machine, see the neoprene, deepening The lines that we read between when my people dream [Hook] When my people dream [x3] [Verse 2] My people dream about a radio that play the Cold Crush live in '84 together with the Shady show We dream about monuments to Herc and Kurtis Blow Plus the Firm and Joe, can't you see we versatile? Even though we twerk it low, we work to grow Leave the neighborhoods a little better than they were before I search my soul and I know it's worth in gold Every twenty-four need the perfect dose like it's birth control One day the earth'll open up and stir the ocean's guts Volcanoes erupt, and they can roast you if you close enough Black ash choke the crust, those that don't combust Will see the sunrise's golden touch with one eye swollen shut Yeah we try to keep it clean through legal means But every week another teen gets beat for being Something preconceived to be obscene So it's not always a peaceful scene when my people dream [Hook] [Verse 3] My people dream about a way to stabilize Making eyes see the beauty in the rainy nights and grey skies The deck's stacked, but enough are on the same side Kings and queens, play them right, we can change lives My people dream about proper recompense For every artist making dents with the crescent wrench Don't need to be dead presidents But if they brush us off like Pepsodents, it'll get intense We the burnt rice from the bottom of the pot Word life, you can swallow it or not It's our turn to rise, we gon' be bodying the spot At every tick, every tock of the apocalyptic clock So we try to keep our beanies out the guillotine Our words powerful, we taking verbal creatine We will inherit the earth and reconvene Problem is when we asleep the only time my people free to dream [Hook] Problem is, when we asleep the only time my people free to dream