MLK'S DREAM Lyrics

YEAH

DREAMS & PAIN YOU KNOW

This more on the Dreams side

Martin had a dream

Malcom had a rifle

I'm somewhere in between wit dis pistol and dis bible

I rather pray for you then prey on you

I hope you get yo flowers fore they put that bouquet on you

But either way it goes

Let's tie the ribbon in the sky into a LB

Sell it high, buy it low

They say I talk in code but what I wrote

Is Dope enough to Leave Rosetta stoned

Black girl magic Black love Black power

All white feeling godly Black man White product

Grey scale Green dollars Blue strips give me Blue strips

Orange president buried his wife under a divot

Ok

America ok wit K.K.K

They tell me that it's love but show me hate

They Throw us into jail over gang colors

Then separate the vote by the same color

They say don't get political

Stick to bars like candy wrappers

Check the temperature, you see me on fox I ain't on Vivica

Dat mean I ain't on fuck shit

I know the way I pitch it dog I'm bound to get a ump hit

All the smoke I give you, Fuck around and get a lung sick

One shot, don't miss

Thought I was elected how I pull and just Trump shit

Invite me to yo kick on the 4th and I might punt shit

Cause we was still enslaved living cradle to the grave

How my destiny decided fore I write and read

I show y'all all I made a better me

My whole circle go for gold tied Olympic rings

My gross product so dope like I'm from Medellin

& I was bout to let the hook play

But logg told me to hit you again so I went Boucher

They said that Ye crazy when Bush ain't save the boot pain

Now my foam runners the same color as Hussein

Don't make me put them both on you like I'm Liu Kang

Tyson out the corner I'm tripping call it a mood swang

Put me on ya ballot yall can vote for me

Brother to brother united Cuban links

Mr presidential buss a prezi down for M.L. King

Martin had a dream

Malcom had a rifle

I'm somewhere in between wit dis pistol and dis bible

I rather pray for you then prey on you

I hope you get yo flowers fore they put that bouquet on you

But either way it goes

Let's tie the ribbon in the sky into a LB

Sell it high, buy it low

They say I talk in code but what I wrote

Is Dope enough to Leave Rosetta stoned