Yeah.... Dyl here
I invite you to something... interesting...
where i explain my dreams....
or should i say nightmares...
Enter into the righteous mind of a poet lost in time,
im lost in rhymes... and i paid the cost for life...
racism, we get lost and fight over black and white,
its just color, like the difference between lemon and lime,
same taste, we get beat up until our joints are bruised
just because of skin color and our different points of view
we must... annoint the abused and appoint the accused
we've separated, i think its time we rejoin and fuse,
I dont sleep, thoughts of emcees im roasting,
thoughts of fine wine toasting, glamorous boasting,
so many thoughts i feel like my brain's exploding,
focusing on the right path, but nobody wants to show me,
i dont claim to be a monk, but i practice meditation,
honestly, its my best attempt to unleash my frustrations
get rid of my temptations, its my mental constopation
itll be eighty centuries before im placed on sindication
dreams to serve emcees, with no certainty,
itll be years before the Earth had ever heard of me,
currently attempting to attain currency certainly,
urgently attaining a bad reputation purposely,
searching for authenticity, straying away from simplicity,
lyrically mastered, but trying to change myself physically,
couldnt count my aspirations, deep inside mentally
but im sure that eventually you're gonna get sick of me,
looking for love, but yet to find an ounce of pleasure,
its like being without a map, searching for buried treasure
my dreams extend my brain until its too long to measure,
i may talk a lot of shit, but i doubt ill ever get her whatsoever
i deeply truly love her, but due to my largeness
im balled up like a paper ball and thrown into the garbage,
man dont get me started, she probably thinks im retarded,
its like being in Iraq at war, and im the platoon seargant,
no hope for victory, even though im ill and spit
and im legitimate doesnt mean you're gonna be feelin it,
as for your blood, you're gonna be spillin it,
i dont gotta say it, you already know i got skill and shit...
These... Are.... My.... Dreams
Inside my mental prison, searching for realism is my mission,
beyond any prisms, when it find it, it becomes my baptism,
with a face thats crimson, but a mouth that forces you to listen,
you dont know what this is... congradulations, you're an idiot,
scary petuitary... causing growth spurt of a giant in me,
beyond my proximity with electricity, applying the heat
you can keep your money, cause there is no denying the streets,
ride in you're plush car seat, while i continue riding the beat,
for all you laymens, let me break it, and try to explain
that im striving for a perfection that no human can attain,
but i wont give it up, even if it drives me insane,
and forces me to hijack a plane, crash it so it goes up in flames,
i no longer have beliefs, ill fight against you're authority,
im wired like i just swallowed eighty cups of coffee see,
ive always hated life, so i dont see any use in mourning me,
soon ill properly placed on a pedestal to escape my poverty
i hardly think before i speak on who i used to be,
i used to lose, but soon i choose to come to you and me
but I unleash the fool in me, a youth thats free,
dont believe, its alright, just wait, soon you'll see,
i step it up another level, onward towards the war,
battle you more, till i return sore if i even return at all,
i could have a wine cup filled, or have my blood spilled
all over the sands of Baghdad, worthlessly killed,
stare into my closet, sixteen cami black and green suits,
prepared my uniform, im armed, strapped on my boots,
be prepared, cause everything matters on the decision you choose,
if this is life, then death is the best thing to happen to you
looking up at Zeus, wondering what he would do,
staring into the eyes of a youth, no fuckin way i could shoot,
so i placed my rifle on the ground, dont care if i lose
now im caught in the crossfire, consider me a cooked goose,
all these dead bodies sewn like a blanket of souls,
i was shown that i wont live to see the Earth explode,
maybe my spirit with live on, perhaps i could be cloned
but my biggest fear in life is to die alone....
I.... Am..... Dyl
These are my Dreams
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