Johnny Merk - Stop Dreaming

I'm between, hate and love
Feeling like a Mishima
Cursed family, pappy side
Knowing pills, and suicide
Seen the shit, as a youth...
Double vision, with crooked eyes
Wasn't the knucklehead, I was wise
Focused on the big pic, with high def resolution
Passing older teens, who practiced the execution
Loading 38's, in front of Hoagie City
4 clowns ghost, like Clyde, Inky, Blinky, Pinky
2nd grade, hands like Winky
The (Wrights) rights got the fist super sore
I had a ugly past, like a bad movie
With a crippled John Belushi
Falling in Yamaguchi
With broken ankles, skating the Olympics
Drama's like fast food, bad for the system
I gotta let it blow, like a cartridge for Nintendo
Half of enemies and bullies, prolly caught the karma
Yo, my vengeance with the God, is the hardest
Houses set ablaze, certain niggas raid
Ten deep walking, masked up in parkas
Dance on em', like they HBCU band marchers
I'm steady, moving awkward...
the black, Kevin Costner
I'm all types of sauce bitch
Chicks pick me, like their favorite condiment
Hopping in, asking where the condoms is
Ex's tatted from the damn head, where vagina is
11 names counted, I bet as a young girl
She was never grounded
5 years old, with the Barbie Dolls, poutin'
Huffing and puffing, hit the steps, stomping
Ignorant young queens, where the fuck the mom at
Fucking with Iron Fist, the best combat
I slap ignant bitches, like Samoans
Show them to respect men, face glowing
I'm self-defending, this is not for the clout
Or cool points...
I'm fighting for respect, with these new joints
It's time to stop dreaming
Ya best, to wake up...
I'm not with this new shit
I'm shaking things up...
It's time to stop dreaming
Ya best, to wake up...
I'm not with this new shit
I'm shaking things up...
It's time to stop dreaming
Ya best, to wake up...
I'm not with this new shit
I'm shaking things up...
It's time to stop dreaming
Ya best, to wake up...
I'm not with this new shit
I'm shaking things up...
I'm seeing brothers, red hats
Endorsing Donald Smuck
Y'all bout to get thrown, under bus
What the fuck, medication you took
The reason why we locked behind bars
Putting money on the books
No post, I'm going to the studio with it
I gotta come address, the nonsense, I been witnessing
I'm tryna rock a mask, just to live, they not listening
President Orange cares? That's just Pulp-fiction
Thotties on OnlyFans, spreading they cookie
I'm focused on some real shit, not your wet ass pussy
It's a shame, the media promote a yeast infection
I'm out here, looking for a cure, protesting
It's time to stop dreaming
Ya best, to wake up...
I'm not with this new shit
I'm shaking things up...
It's time to stop dreaming
Ya best, to wake up...
I'm not with this new shit
I'm shaking things up...
It's time to stop dreaming
Ya best, to wake up...
I'm not with this new shit
I'm shaking things up...
It's time to stop dreaming
Ya best, to wake up...
I'm not with this new shit
I'm shaking things up...

Written by:
Johnathan Holmes

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