k**a D - Dreams lyrics

[Hook] Dead dream, dead dream... The hood ain't no dream b*atch [Verse 1: Mac Montese] I'm havin' bad dreams of bloody murder With them visions in my sleep Wakin' up every second Thinkin' 'bout where I been and who I be Is it my imagination? Got me facin' evil thoughts Deep down in my mind I'm seein' signs Feels like I'm on the cross So much pain, an inner rage Feels like I'm locked in a cage Preparin' for the worst And hopin' for the best is how I play Now I see it's just a dream More like a nightmare and sh** Get down on my hands and knees And hopin' that evil (?) [Verse 2: k**a D] In my dreams back in school I could've been a quarterback Now I can take you to the hood and get a quarter sack Icy white golf balls, I call it Tiger Woods One thing I wish, I wish a n***a would So you are running back, I got them powder packs Good Thrax that'll have yo a** runnin' back Okay you play center, I chop it in the blender I had (?) frontline to center [Hook] Dead dream, dead dream... The hood ain't no dream b*atch [Verse 3: Slim Money] [Verse 4: C-Mob] I'm havin' night terrors, they comin' in quite clearer Sometimes I see wickedness in my reflection, I never liked mirrors Sometimes I feel like I'm livin' inside of a prison Constructed inside of my brain, a deadly game A chess that k**s myself right now, I'm survivin' the game I gotta get away, gotta free my mind I feel like I'm chained to this disorder If the earth ever split in four then I be the strangest in this quarter A man that's on a mission, don't try to test yo luck So if you see C-Mob comin' then you best give up [Hook] Dead dream, dead dream... The hood ain't no dream b*atch [Verse 5: II Tone] sh** I dream about money and the way it make me come See a b**h can't do sh** unless she go and get me some Got me dreamin' like a Martin Luther; born to be a king Gotta cut you to the white meat if you try to cross my team See my dreams are kinda strange but yet I represent the struggle Wether day or night (?) the christ and show love to my brother Any n***a still can get it cause them choppers not a dream Drop a n***a like a bad habit, with or without the beam [Verse 6: Lord Infamous] I'm the Scarecrow Krueger, nightmare with a Ruger Criminally insane institutions and I'm the Führer Pop your inner medulla oblongota with the oozer You a walkin' corspe when the maniac's stalkin' through ya Face of Keyser, deadly dictator, numb from atombomb Saigon leavin' victims from Vietnam like some Agent Orange Lord the black bear and rob for treasure like a damn pirate Kinda hard to sleep when I slice off both yo eyelids [Hook] Dead dream, dead dream... The hood ain't no dream b*atch