Watson Specific - Hype Dreams
I was born on the same dayCrackheads get paid
First of the month February
Aquarius baby aye it was 83'
When God put this breath in me
I wonder what mama expected me to be
A doctor athlete or someone successful
As long as it was positive
And take me out the ghetto
My mama probably thought
I'd be a problem child
Cuz they cut me out her stomach
I didn't go thru the birth canal
That was the first sign
I'd have trouble in life
On top of that the doctor
He ain't cut me right
My older brother use to tease
And say I had a big head
But I guess I got him back
Every time I peed in the bed
Mama gave life to two boys
I'm the youngest
Stressed getting a education
So we don't be dummies
Me and my father Willie
We ain't too much communicate
But last year the day fo' Father's Day
He passed away
I'm the son of a religious crack fiend
Pipes under her mattress
I often had hype dreams
I'm the son of a religious crackhead
But my mother kept a roof over my head
And she kept me fed
Most important thing my mama ever told me
Is to depend on the Lord and myself second
So when times get hard
I don't count on nobody else
I jus pray to the Lord for help
And I survive
Suspended from school
When I was in the second grade
For putting flour in a bag
And telling classmates it's yeh
Can't recall what was
Going thru my mind that day
Recorded things I saw
Press rewind and play
I was a grade A student until I was like 12
Cuz that's when I learned
More about guns and bullet shells
Paid close attention to the trade
Of whatever for sale
I also realized that there's a Heaven and hell
Now there I go like most the katz that I know
Dropped outta school at 16 years old
Don't want to learn no mo'
But I couldn't stand school
It seemed too slow
Plus it was hard to focus
When you high off that dro
But I gotta make Naoma proud
I can't have her believe
Her baby boy done gave up
And he ain't tryna succeed
So I got to Job Corp a yo I got my GED
But I didn't complete
I got kicked out for smoking weed
I'm the son of a religious crack fiend
Pipes under her mattress
I often had hype dreams
I'm the son of a religious crackhead
But my mother kept a roof over my head
And she kept me fed
Most important thing my mama ever told me
Is to depend on the Lord and myself second
So when times get hard
I don't count on nobody else
I jus pray to the Lord for help
And I survive
In this verse I decided to give a praise report
See my mama she not
Addicted to crack anymore
It's been over 20 years
She's been delivered from that
But I had to paint a picture
So I took y'all back
I saw my mama struggle real bad
Over the years I'd find tv antennas
Stuffed with steel pads
But one day mama quit cold turkey
She say Jehovah did it
Praise the Name of the Lord who is worthy
I remember mama holding me in her arms
Brother by the hand
On the blue line
Chicago public transportation
In route to Smith Woods
Her long time occupation
Mama had her vices
But mama had determination
And dedication
She raised her boys to be men
We're far from perfect but we
Work hard and take care of our kids
Teaching us Jehovah is God
Is the best you could've did
And my deepest prayer
Is that you know that Jehovah is
Jesus
I'm the son of a religious crack fiend
Pipes under her mattress
I often had hype dreams
I'm the son of a religious crackhead
But my mother kept a roof over my head
And she kept me fed
Most important thing my mama ever told me
Is to depend on the Lord and myself second
So when times get hard
I don't count on nobody else
I jus pray to the Lord for help
And I survive
Written by:
William Watson
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