Broken Dreams

(album: A New Mood - 2014)

Broken dreams lost in the night
Pieces falling, pick 'em up again
If I don't win I swear I'll die trying
Die trying

[Ab-Soul:]
This Long Term shit real, check my motherfucking résumé
While they was getting fly, I was trying to levitate
Dabble through my catalogue, and after all you better say
I done keep it funky from the jump, but it doesn't stank
And that might not register with he or her
Who doesn't think, who doesn't think he hasn't earned
His spot in history without a body burned
It's not that I'm an alchemist but I can turn
Any metal into gold, nothing into something
And when it feels like hell, I know that Heaven's close
And it ain't up for debate so change the subject
Sometimes I feel more awake with my eyes closed

Broken dreams lost in the night
Pieces falling, pick 'em up again
If I don't win I swear I'll die trying
Die trying

[Fred The Godson:]
Everybody needs something
They see my show and it's sold out
Wrists rocky, so the money I still loan out
Niggas bugging out, need an exterminator
I leave your body covered in chrome: the Terminator
I'll change a hater's concerns to be concerned with paper
Then he'll produce like Erick Sermon, hear the sermon later
For now, I read they comments, I browse
Supreme, I'm on my taxes, I'm raising they eyebrows
You might be jumping out the window: Ron Browz
Coming at me simple with my style, nah
Broken dreams led to fixed realities
I was trained like the Santa Fe, fatality, God

Broken dreams lost in the night
Pieces falling, pick 'em up again
If I don't win I swear I'll die trying
Die trying

[Tsu Surf:]
I'm lost dreaming, the walls screaming, see y'all demons
Room spinning in hell and sin, what y'all breathin'?
Precautious paranoia keep me boxed in
And I ain't lock a soul out, I got locked in
Blunt of loud to make light of my current fame
Current game, trio tripping me Molly in this current day
Overseas women, I'm sinning, but that's a current change
Still got a shot: Steve Kerr at range
No bullshit, you a victim at this current range
Wonder when I thrashed the concept that I was insane
Or that them and I was the same; block full of candles
Seen what's-his-names turn to "what's his name?"
Closet full of problems that's irrelevant by every bid
Laying next to the skeletons in the evidence
Closet full of problems that's irrelevant by every bid
Laying next to the skeletons in the evidence

Broken dreams lost in the night
Pieces falling, pick 'em up again
If I don't win I swear I'll die trying
Die trying