No cinematic dreams The bad guys in my city They got really good schemes The dope boys who were winning all had really good teams But it's not all what it seems Huh I'ma make 'em all believers I was workin' on a way But all the gold you can achieve can disappear in a day All the glory that you get when you're buried in the grave Was it all a mistake? Man These people not your friends Man These people all pretend It's not always as it seems Man You gotta use your sense People actin' like they G's but they never did a ten No They never took a ten You could put me on the court I'll never miss again I was shootin' with a K when they tried to bring a ken See I'm runnin' with a K I'll never be a ken No I'll never be a ken Man I had a lot of girls who was pretty and perfect I got a girl who believes that I'm more than a person Now I got a girl who's hurtin' Now I got a girl who's hurtin' Man My brother had a wife She was the queen of the home He got kids of his own They was livin' alone The girl left him in a year and now the kids are alone The girl's gone on the phone A lot of people say they know me They ain't know me at all A lot of people used to call me They ain't call me at all The money goin' up and down like a yo-yo ball Yeah I'm 'bout to take off They said real ones never sleep / but we all got tired eyes Tryna build a heaven / where the angels never fly I’ve been walkin’ through the fire / with a dream that won’t melt Whole city on my shoulders / and I carry how it felt These are real dreams, not the ones they sell at night Built 'em in the dark where the hope don’t shine From the pain, from the loss, from the ones who lied We still rise, we still ride, with that fire inside These are real dreams / carved out the dirt and steam Tears in the code, tryna stitch the seams Can’t fake this soul / it’s too deep to stream It’s more than a life—this is real dreams The streets don't love you I'm workin' on a way to show my people that I love you The block is really hot I'm in a city where the sun's blue My niggas got a plan They workin' hard because they want to My niggas know that crime is really easy when you're not you Ain’t no good guys on the side where the sirens sleep Where the kids learn pain 'fore they learn how to read Where the dreams come thin and the nights come deep And the prayers sound weak, but we still believe I seen brothers sell hope just to cope with the day Seen a father lose faith tryna father his pain Seen a preacher hit the bottle just to silence his brain Now the choir sing low like the sky full of rain I been ridin’ with a flame in a city that’s cold Where the stories get erased if they ain’t never told So I write it in the gravel, in the cracks of the soul This for everyone who made it out broke, not fold Real dreams don’t shine—they bleed, They grow in the cracks where the world don’t see. They hide in the voice that you never believed, But they burn in the dark like a ghost in the breeze. I never needed the crown or the name on a wall, Just my people safe and my back to the fall. If I don’t make it out, tell my city I tried— With a heart full of fire and the pain in my stride. (Real dreams...) (Real ones...) © 2025 - skvadMC
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