Freedom N Acro - Dream Catchers lyrics

Chorus: The findings of a compromising group, an*lyzing different serums to inject into our Youth, subjectively we're scaring all objectors to The truth, and requesting that your mind is a tool You'll finally use. Verse 1: When I think about my time, my life, my Love, my loss, my prime my state of mind, hiphop Becomes a gesture a quest for a complex and Complicated mind like a professor. We're armed With blueprints, schematics, common sense, and a Few bad habits. I take the pen in the hulk grip, Twist my mind for a mental pic, snapshot of last Taught or last fought. My mind I beseech, Remember always teach never preach. Seek peace In the streets, seek one to be complete, don't be Shun by mere defeat, we have won when we're Unique and the love will finally speak. We could Say fly away, we could say to live life day to day, or Skip praise, or some of that other sh** your mind Makes, eventually you'll see that time takes a new Face but for rhymes sake we'll call it fate. Chorus: The findings of a compromising group, an*lyzing different serums to inject into our Youth, subjectively we're scaring all objectors to The truth, and requesting that your mind is a tool You'll finally use. Verse 2:When I feel I have a moment I just take a Breath of air then I hold it in my lungs til I no Longer care. I see the moment, take a hold of it, Embolden it with the words that I spit cuz I'm one With it and not afraid to admit what I know is legit In my brain. Since we're one and the same, there's No reason to complain; separation's a game that Simply can't maintain the Everything so I throw it Away. As above, so below, so the say, but I'd like to Change this saying, if I may, to as within, so Without! If you find you have a drought of Happiness then you're problem lies in doubt about Your "bliss," and so the point of all this is lost in Clenched fists. The reason nothing makes sense: Cuz you're so f**ing pissed it's got your mind all Dense, getting on the defense, not taking the Hints..... Chorus: The findings of a compromising group, an*lyzing different serums to inject into our Youth, subjectively we're scaring all objectors to The truth, and requesting that your mind is a tool You'll finally use. Verse 3: I soak up my world like a solar ray, Displayed like the second page of dusty faith, the Interpretation, our minds miscreation, there's no Communication, in our sovereign nation. We're self Taught millionaires, the free thought currency Pays the bills, originated from a space now Renovated, lies were fabricated, things Exaggerated, so we regulated, and life was created. Have some wit stray to a land far and away. You Can bargain and play, skip the seventh day and Mix a beat with some intricate wordplay, just an Average Thursday. Elaborate schemes nurture Pa**ion and dreams, accomplishments of life well Spent, work with well intent, knowledge Imminent, and loss irrelevant. Outro:The hidings of a tantalizing few, Catalyzing the demise Of the sh** you thought you knew. Objectively, they're hectically Infecting every crew And creating knowledge hating Little spoofs of you...