Ebri Yahloe - MLK

Dream on with your dreaming ass
Dream on with your dreaming ass 
Dream on with your dreaming ass
Dream on with your dreaming ass
With your muthafuckin dreaming ass
 
Hello pencil, good morning pen
Pedal to the metal, it's time to do it again
I went to sleep and had a dream about a dear old friend
My pillow was thin, windows cracked and cold air got in
I woke up with a crook in my neck and a little head cold
To me, that meant I couldn't look back or I'd be blocked like my nose
Then my dream switched to standing in front of a Mona Lisa pic
With sounds illa and graffiti painted on it
My autograph on the tag that was hanging on it
We'll take it, they want it
We're wealthy, they bought it
We've been rich, get it?
We've been rich, you get it?
We've been rich, you get it?

Nigga, I had a dream to convince you that the black woman is God
How would you feel, uncomfortable and slightly odd
So who am I to tell you what you should believe
And who are you to tell me what I should believe
Yeah, who the fuck are you to tell me what I should go read
The Bible? I rather fly a kite though
With one hand eating a cheeseburger, walking the tightrope
No harness, no typo, I meant that
Nigga, I had a dream that my mom and my pops got married
None of this ever happened, nigga that one was scary
Cuz who would I be without the struggle you dig?
Some stuck-up wealthy kid with no experience
No experiences and no scars from the hood
No sugar water, no syrup sandwich, that shit was so good
Little bad ass up to no good
Little bad ass up to no good
It made me, paid me, raised me
The streets did me good
No complaints, I know God damn sure ain't the same
But if I look Lucifer in his eyes, I'm sure he would faint
And get up screaming, "Hallelujah!"
There's no way that you can't
There's no way that you can't

Nigga, I had the dream
Jam packed arenas
Folks really coming out to see us
I'm talkin Grammys, BET, magazines, awards
Music is the motive, Lord I need ya
Sold out arenas, folks really coming out to see us
I'm talking Grammys, BET, magazines, awards
Music is the motive, Lord I need ya

Dream on with your dreaming ass
Dream on with your dreaming ass 
Dream on with your dreaming ass
Dream on with your dreaming ass
Dream on with your dreaming ass
Dream on with your dreaming ass
Dream on with your dreaming ass
Dream on with your dreaming ass

Written by:
Michaela Rash

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