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i had a weird dream


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i dreamed i was in the hospital with my dad.. and some terrorist

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blew themselves up in the office next to my moms room..

 

then the floor clapsped..

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but we didnt fall..

 

and then we were running away from an army..

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and my dad got shot,

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and i almost got shot..

 

till i found a mouse..

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and threw it in front of me.. and the soilders were scared.. then i woke up..

 

 

thought id share that and illustrate it for you:cool:

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- I had a bad dream

- Don't be afraid, bad dreams are only dreams

- What a time you chose to be born in...

 

Babies cryin' brothers dyin' N' brothers gettin' not

Shit is deep on the block N' you got me locked down

in this cold, cold world...

 

It was the night before New Year's, N' all through the fuckin' projects

Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec

Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear

N' blasted on the spot before the pigs were there

You know hoods, robbers, snipers new in sight, fuck blue N' white

They escape before them flash the fuckin' lights

Gunshots, shatter first floor window panes

Shells hit the ground N' blood stained the dice game

Whether broke callisthetic, any style you set it

Beat niggaz toothless, physically cut up like gooses

But with iron on the sides thugs took no excuses

Therefore, your fifty-two handblocks was useless

Links was snatched off necks, scars on throats

Jackets took, after bullet rips through coats

Against those who felt the cold from the steel

Made 'em fold N' squeal,

Once the metal hit the temple of his grill

Destruction worker, who was caught for his bomber

No time to swing the hammer that was hangin' from his Farmer's

N' it's bugged how some niggaz catch slugs

N' pockets dug from everything except check stubs

N' it does sound ill like wars in Brownsville

Or fatal robberies in Red Hook where feds look

For fugitives to shoot cops, niggaz layin' on roof tops

For his cream he stashed in a shoebox

But he was hot, N' the strip was filled with young killers

You don't suspect, so cops creep like caterpillars

N' born thieves stay hooded with extra bullets

Those who try to flee they hit the vertebrae

Increase the murder rate

Similar to hitmen who pull out Tecs N' then

Drop those who act like thai flows from Mexican

Rabbit, like recipients cashin' checks again

Back to the motherfuckin' spot on Lexington

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