They say, To let the dream die, But meanwhile…
I intend on getting high, And sleepwalking,
Through the rest of my life, Its my time, And my dime..
So I may as well, Spend them on the sublime,
Aiming for the divine, Under the darkest skies,
I sweet-talk my way, Past the guards,
Of this jail-cell, Blaze a trail, Till the trail melts,
A mind of rhymes, Is my disguise, But skin-pale..
From not enough, Sunlight.. Despite burning bright,
My eyes produce a disturbing sight, Thirsting for the right..
But those clutching stones, Don’t deserve a paradise,
Such as this zone, So, We shatter the surface…

Land like ice disperses, Before the heat of the furnace,
But to me, This life, Is a bunch of kids, Searching for purpose,
Only it swerves, Left and right, Like the head of the serpent
Time after time, I try my best, To feed the rest of the servants,
But getting sick, Of reading the lip-service,
Shit, This gift also curses..
Despite thinking I’m bringing it,
I’m slinging shit, When I’m spitting my verses,
Giving in to the rhymes, My meaning reverses..
But I say, Wake up, Live the life, That we’ve made up,
Instead of cash-money, And rushing ahead,
Aim for love, That’s enough for me,
Its hard for us to see, But there’s a path, Ahead of everyone,
Even my enemies, Tell me to, Let it be,
They say, We have to practice, What we preach…
But I’ve got bad habits, Sometimes,
When I’m high, My mouth just speaks,

I don’t know why.. But the word, Like life’s light,
Come up out of me, Dumb-struck, Under-thumb,
All shook up, I wish good-luck, To the Hoodlems,
Looking up ways, To cook bud, Its all good cuz,
Cos, Sugar-Beard MC’s here, With a good buzz,
Buzz.. More should have come, For the Cause,
But fuck it, One hundred percent of the buds,
For ten percent, Of the cunts,
Means more weed for us, So plant the seeds,
And blaze the trail up…
Plant the seeds, And blaze the trail up…
Plant the seeds, And blaze the trail up…