Dream Songtext / Lyric

I have a dream, today...

In what will go down in history

As the greatest demonstration for freedom

In the history of our nation

I have a dream...

To make justice a reality for all of God's children



"Tell me, this is a dream" - The Delfonics sample






Of a big house, too many whips

Mad wives and kids running out, what's that all about?

Of me taking trips, overseas

Getting my stacks up, cuz baby, now I'm getting big cheese

Triple platinum sales, walking down the isle

With my cream in the background, what, I'm hearing church bells

Of getting back all of my paper

That Razor Sharp stole from me, yea, kid it's only one me

A crush and an R&B chick, she looking real thick

But she was only after my chips

A free of momma love, out of the slums

Invested all my property into my daughters and sons

Of connecting the dutch, with the haze

Feeling mad tired, from guards, I ain't slept in four days

Of hooking up with all of the top rappers

Just came home from this club called Cappa's Nappy



Tell me, this is a dream, somebody, please

Tell me, this is a dream, somebody, please

Tell me, this, is, a, dream



Of receiving awards, for the best album of the year

And oh yeah, for still having the best broads

Of doing my thing, everybody hating

But once I hit the top, they be up under my wing

Of producing these tracks, that sound phat

Starting my own label, now, nigga how you like that?

Of my baby mother's hurting theyselves

Thinking they was jerking me, but they was jerking theyself

Of all of the police that like my style

They wasn't feeling me, but now, they loving me now

Of being down on my luck, heading for the come up

Living in the hood, but yo, still it's all good

Of my brothers locked away, they came home

Don't give a shit about slot time, they carrying the curf' phone

Of my people, stop busting them slugs

Start united our people, stop fucking with drugs

What up?



Dream, this my last dream, this one is for you

Keep the mack milly by your side, don't let nobody stop you

Dream, me getting on

Me and Quazolla, gotta get that corn

Me, keeping it real

Staten Island, what, slash, Homicide Hill

Do what you do, don't forget about your people

They won't forget about you

And everything is all good

Afraid of God, man, do what you could

(I have a dream that one day

This nation will rise up

And live out the true meaning of its creed

We hold these truths to be self-evident

That all men are created equal)