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letra de dream boy, dream - blunt rap

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(faulty cognition)
he was a young kid from brooklyn, fifteen maybe sixteen
grew up on hip hop but skin whiter than a saltine
lyrical ability and played some instruments
stuck inside his sh-ll and he lacked the diligence

(j.e.d.)
in school he was a misfit
at home he ain’t have sh-t
his fam loved him enough but life was still mad rough
constantly felt neglected, just wanted to be respected
rhymin was an escape it gave him a small drop of faith

(faulty cognition)
not the type of kid to care what people think
started spittin what he though was fire with his ink
he would freestlye a bit when he was drunk and high
but his goal was to become that next rapper guy

(j.e.d.)
cl-ssmates laughed and laughed like he was a circus clown
ate him up inside but he didn’t crack one frown
day after day they ripped him apart
you never gonna make it just stop before you start

(faulty cognition)
he felt determined like this sh-t was fueling his cause
he worked night after night just perfecting his bars
came out with a couple of track hoping they would hit big
but they got dubbed and laughed at this mysterious kid

(j.e.d.)
a straight a student started skipping cl-ss
unhappy so he considered using that gl-ss
hard drugs ain’t for anyone let alone teens
but nothing could stop him from becoming a feen

(faulty cognition)
he started getting angry at the game
he was in denial ‘cause he thought his lyrics would lead to fame
he was getting pushed to the limit changing his image
body crumbling on him, few more days he’d be finished

(j.e.d.)
ignored all the continuous hate but it got him irate
started working on a mixtape music was his soulmate
if this project failed his dope would be derailed
the p-ssion he brought in the booth d-mn it shoulda been hailed

(faulty cognition)
he thought this mixtape would change people’s minds
thought all the hardwork would definitely be worthwhile
but after dropping that sh-t had a couple views maybe three
sh-t was free poor kid thought it was just a bad dream

(j.e.d.)
but reality was that no one was showing love
people said you crazy if you think this’ll get you a buzz
handed cds out on the streets they ended up in the trash
this was burning his dreams and making ‘em ash

(faulty cognition)
that was it this young kid was way beyond p-ssed
he started blaming it on other type of sh-t
is it ‘cause im not black? is it ‘cause i’m from the suburbs?
they hating on me ‘cause i didn’t come up through through the struggle

(j.e.d.)
his only p-ssion had him lost and perplexed
by now he was a druggie parents found him constantly wrecked
people started seeing less and and less of him
they forgot he even existed ‘cause they never recognized he was gifted

(faulty cognition)
he was thinking is my life really worth it?
i worked my -ss off and god reversed it
i tried to love the game i tried to keep my head up
but people these days hate unless they see you got your bread up

(j.e.d.)
you hear about these success stories
americans love them bottom up glories
but people struggling to make it where’s they recognition?
pushed to depression until suicide is the ultimate decision

(faulty cognition)
he gave up it was done
so he figured lemme grab my mixtape some weed and a bottle of liquor
they weren’t f-cking with him and they ain’t f-ck with his raps
so he loaded up c-cked it back and clack

- blunt rap

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