Bad Dreams - Waiting For lyrics

"[1: Bad Dreams] My destiny to slang slangs in this rap thang Gift of game from pops like my last name Even though I fell in love from the first boom bap In the goon trap I didn't know that he would soon rap I was just a young buck trying to fill my lungs up Brainy cards played the odds. You could call it dumb luck Good times, Moving On Up to What was Happening The Facts of Life made the Different World we was rapping in Teachers seen the mind on me, streets seen the crime on me I seen the music but I thought it wasn't time for me But patiently I was painting up the pages Mistakenly waiting for permission to spit my greatness Then I heard KRS-One spit poetry I know I got some flows, B. I'm a make ‘em notice me Damn! What the hell was I waiting for? If I'd a known the game was this raw I would have played before Now I try to quit but I can't give it up Microphone addiction to the d**h, I never get enough Microphone precision from the best, you better get a cut ‘cause now I'm on some bullsh** and haters, y'all can lick it up Shout out to Ferguson, soldiers never giving up Hustle never stops ‘til the truth is getting lifted up Bring the tear gas, weird a**. We don't give a f** ‘cause all we do is read, teach, protest and get it crunk [2: A.D. Carson] One thing I lack is patience— So if you see me waiting it isn't because I'm taking Time for granted. I been managing to seem to be okay with the Trajectory that settles me to maybe lean to making up Where I be lacking, and inhabit that whole other world Where beauty is reflected in the self, and not by Cover Girls Dudes who we respect connect to more than being mannish It's not like it's gone vanish. It's not that we can't manage our vices It would be nice to be normal to see us positive But realistically, I know the truth, and n***as gotta live I gotta give it one hundred and ten percent of my effort You don't just go from zero to being respected So I'll let it be my legacy to be the one who said it and meant it It's bullsh** we live through, but we ain't invent it So you can Stevie me with your decency speeches I'm teaching we are masters of fates that we are presented And I ain't trying to quit, so I can't give it up Word to the words—keep the Dead Poets spirits up Words be surface to the monuments we building up And living in, and it begins with you stopping to listen up Shout out to getting up, making the change happen Making ‘em pay attention. Not waiting to be the action Not waiting to be the victim, but taking ‘em to the task they were given ‘Cause this is life, not waiting to have permission to live it."