🔵 By Lamont Wilkins. Photo by lauragrafie.
I remember when I use to have dreams, but all of a sudden they’ve turned to nightmares/
Cold penitentiary cells I’m spending nights there/
Went form expeditions on flights, spending nights there/
point arenas out from the air – “ see it? it’s right there/
now it’s extradition on flights, seeing the sights/
understanding that the chances are slim of seeing me right there/
a dream deferred, never meeting my wife there/
hyperventilating, I’m stressing breathing the night air/
I’m trying to get some meaning off of that/
its like Grand Theft, with Destiny careening off the tracks/
and I’m headfirst through windshield, exposed to traffic/
make me wanna question Life – „why you chose this bastard?!“/
cause um , it ain’t matter, I wasn’t a fake bastard/
just not the legacy that my children should take after/
when they shattered, they left my face tattered/
mutilated by my dreams, so they close my casket/
I hate it that I’m putting my daughter and son through it/
without doubt – a killer the second it come to it/
analgesic thoughts, so my mind is numb to it/
at war for my Soul – I’m seeking to Sun Tzu it/
seeking to subdue it, when I feel frozen I Let It Go on these beats/
and these streets are my conduit/
showing and proving that I focused now/
but my dreams are crushed, I must be poster child/
Crushed Dreams….