I sat alone with the dreams of children Weeping willows and tall dark building, I've caught a fashion from the dreams of children But woke up sweating
on your dreams tonight Something's gonna crack on your dreams tonight You will crack on your dreams tonight I fell in love with the dreams of children
Traduzione: Jam. Sogni dei bambini.
to chase your dreams Up out your seats, make your body sway Socialize, get down, let your soul lead the way Shake it now, go ladies, it's a livin' dream
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, All My Ghetto Children, Com'on Even, With no type of money We still, Gotz to make it happen Niggaz front, Then we get to scrappin
(May) Yeah - oh let me tell you now Mama's in love, Papa's in love It's such a shame they don't love each other - oh no Oh Papa's in a jam, Mama's throwin
(May) Yeah - oh let me tell you now Mama's in love, Papa's in love It's such a shame they don't love each other - oh no Oh Papa's in a jam, Mama's
t hold they own and come home shook On 1-3-9 and Lenox niggas are bananas We got bad manners, cops can't stand us That's why they try to jam us But I
been inspired My shit knocks environ---ments of cats wit seventeen's tint, time is money The mind is funny, how it's spent on gettin it It's sittin wit descendants of Abraham Who say the jam
back Hoverin the projects, spotlight shinin bright On movin targets Infrared light at night on dark objects Harassin citizens who hasn't been charged yet Would you order a flock of pelicans to jam
s on him, my man Kurt died the blames on him You better believe him, killin niggaz dead for this dream By any means I'm deadin your team, destroyin your dreams
I remember When we used to play shoot-em-up, bang-bang MC's and DJ's [x2] [VERSE 2: Afrika Baby Bam] Block parties jam-packed, the first time I heard
in the house I'm gonna tell you what my crew is all about We like raw rhythm fusion, real rhyme producin' songs for the world's men, women and children
't say shit about skillet If you got a spot movin sellin bricks I can feel it Done mapped it all out, done made some phone calls We all got big dreams
come to you, Gotta match for the cash, That's so much these days, Hand guns we praise, Packs of blunts we blaze, Where I'm from streets race, Children
