Lyrics: Ade Akin Oke
Music: Jamal James/Ade Akin Oke
Dilemma's of a dreamer,
The bar is being lowered the talk has been getting cheaper,
Anybody's ill it's been one of those type of fevers,
Telling me she don't like rappers
well me neither,
John Cena in arenas, Remembering the secrets Victoria, Shaniquas
R.I.P Steven, Young Steve we've been,
wheezing running out of reasons to be nothing like the previous,
When stand up guys remained seated.
Keeping our soul's trained on Cornelius,
The tedious
weren't Dodging and diving them doubts daily,
Pocket full of roses or somebodies pushing daisies,
Stayed on our path but wondered about the swayzes,
Fogazzi facts, 24 hours hazy.
The lack of light in their eyes lately,
Them Worries getting weighty,
Drive of deprived with the sight of the greediest,
Grew up knowing challenges before any convenience, Grievances was never with grinding I've been at peace with it, cheekiest parts were
teardrops from the sky I can tell that the summer's plotting.
Humbled in their homes,
turned nose when we were thrown In the field to bag up some cotton, clutching on that little bit of light,
Understanding the darkness it come with, Imagery smothered,
Covered in the faith, hate & finger crosses,
Quite disgusting how we grew accustomed, drew curtains for the few watching, Knew nothing of the sort of these shortcomings our bittersweet toppings, Soul bruised
Old school doo-whopping
true colors are shown,
Who's got him?
Love's hard but drugs won't soften
I'm teeth sucking, skipped school,
while they hopscotching,
What's Poppin,
like your bubble,
Guzzled iLL Juice,
Swapping war stories with beloved,
Sight blooded,
Dumbala passed around like blames,
hitting the stomach.