I had a dream with a blunt and a beam, That freedom ain’t free when you live in the seams. I lit one for King, got the Glock in my jeans, Now we march with the fire, still chasin’ the dream. ⸻ Verse 1 (0:00–0:45): I had a dream, but I woke in the smoke, No suits and ties, just hoodies and tokes. No choir sang, just the sound of the slide, Grew up where peace is a piece by your side. My block don’t know ‘bout no Lincoln Memorial, But we load mags up in rituals memorial. Got a torch in my hand and a stick in my lap, We ain’t judged by skin, but the straps we pack. ⸻ Hook (0:45–1:15): I had a dream with a blunt and a beam, That freedom ain’t free when you live in the seams. I lit one for King, got the Glock in my jeans, Now we march with the fire, still chasin’ the dream. ⸻ Verse 2 (1:15–2:00): I dreamed of a world where we ain’t get profiled, But the smell of this Zaza still trigger a trial. Still judged by the smoke, by the tags, by the chrome, Like my rights get revoked if I don’t play along. But I got dreams of a kingdom lit off Biscotti, Straps in the closet, loud in the lobby. Roll a Wood for the fallen, pour some out for the chains, And load up this Smith for the ones still in pain. ⸻ Hook (2:00–2:30): I had a dream with a blunt and a beam, That freedom ain’t free when you live in the seams. I lit one for King, got the Glock in my jeans, Now we march with the fire, still chasin’ the dream. ⸻ Verse 3 (2:30–3:30): I dreamt of tables where the wolves and the sheep eat, But I woke up in a trap with the heat on repeat. They preach peace, but they fear our resistance, So I keep a .40 and a joint at a distance. This ain’t hatred, it’s hope in disguise, Came from the bottom, still reachin’ the skies. I inhale justice, exhale rage, And let this AR write rights on the page. Zkittlez in the grinder, truth in the barrel, We ain’t slaves no more, we the Pharaohs. We don’t kneel, we blaze and stand, With a dream in our mind and a tool in hand. ⸻ Hook (3:30–4:00): I had a dream with a blunt and a beam, That freedom ain’t free when you live in the seams. I lit one for King, got the Glock in my jeans, Now we march with the fire, still chasin’ the dream. ⸻ Verse 4 (4:00–5:00): Red hills of Georgia now red from the shots, Where brothers get buried for steppin’ on blocks. But I dream of a place where the purple haze float, And my lil’ homies dream past the gun and the dope. Equality’s ink ain’t dry on the scroll, So I burn Wedding Cake and reload for the soul. Reparations in grams and rounds, If peace won’t come, then we’ll shake this ground. I seen the mountaintop, and it’s clouded with smoke, Got a dream in my chest and a pump in my coat. They kill leaders, but they can’t kill dreams, So we pass ’em in papers and clips with beams. ⸻ Hook (5:00–5:30): I had a dream with a blunt and a beam, That freedom ain’t free when you live in the seams. I lit one for King, got the Glock in my jeans, Now we march with the fire, still chasin’ the dream. ⸻ Final Verse (5:30–6:00): So let freedom ring from the choppers and trees, Let justice spark like a lighter in breeze. I dream of a nation that rolls and resists, Where your skin ain’t the reason you end on a list. Let the loud speak louder than lies ever told, Let the heat keep ’em honest when the truth gets cold. I had a dream, now I’m wide awake, And I’ll blaze for the people ‘til the chains all break.
