Broken Dreams lyrics

I`m tired of {motherfuckers plain and simple, bitin my {shit

They don`t feel that, nope



One quarter of a century old

Bold, mentally, physically, massive

Visually, altenate, passive

Hope my crafts are tight, heh

I`ll be aight, solo, all fresh dolo

And day and night, I write (I write)

And when the wind blows I fight, I show and prove

Aerodynamics, molded from ceramics (yeah)

Theory, let loose now gigantic

And move way past stress, don`t regress

I got way too much finesse, heh..

.. son take hold of your bootstraps, when your shoes ran over

Talkin bout how you clap, I don`t respect that

Nor shall I wet that

The streets is tough, time is rough

I don`t forget that (I don`t)

See yeah, cause when I fell out of the scene

.. heh, nobody cared

I wasn`t prepared, and no one shared

any information, still patient

Waitin for a time to hear my rhyme

.. all I had was broken dreams, anger, stagnation

Pacin the streets, chasin, scraps to eat

The more you gave, the more I ate

The more disease, the more disease, the more disease

Manifested - please please - in my belly

Floatin like jelly, you can`t tell me

no stories of rough seasons

I`ve been through a lot, huh, and I`m still SCREAMIN..

.. I`m not dreamin.. hah, countdown



Ten.. nine.. eight

Like this, well {fuck it



Broken dreams, anger, stagnation

I`m pacin, but I`m still patient

Aww man {fuck that let`s get it together

In my time!
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