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letra de forgetting how to dream - jason james & rodney hazard

feels like the pot is boiling over, i’m just letting out the steam
at night i go to sleep but i’m forgetting how to dream
i used to want the money, money and the cars
i thought if you hustled hard then you could become a god
so i used to wanna be inside of rihanna
a home in the bahamas, cold beer in the sauna
now i’m at a crossroads hitting every pothole
something doesn’t feel right and i don’t really want those
i don’t think it fits me, it’s like a cheap suit
i wanna put it on but it doesn’t speak to
the man that i am or the character that makes me
my attitude’s a loaded pistol with a broken safety
calculated moves but the people think i’m crazy
i wonder when i die, will they easily replace me
i wonder if the devil will be man enough to face me
or will i go to heaven, will they open up the gates, free
finally from all my bullshit and hidden issues
is it my reward after everything i’ve been through
i don’t trust nothing, nobody, not never
the wounds may have healed but they never got better
at times i’m even questioning my brothers and my wife
my brothers are my heart and she’s the love of my life
so it’s fully understood that i never make exceptions
i built an iron wall for my personal protection
anybody wanna try and penetrate my fortress
i open up the doors and i’m letting out the horses
now a million murderers are galloping towards you
make no mistake about it, i am violent to my core, but
brother i’m a writer, put my rifle in the drawer
make you motherf-ckers fry when my vocals strike a chord
a glutton for the punishment i give them when i slip inside a beat
disembowel my opponents with a different kind of heat
so they wanna lock me up and be a slave to the game
but they don’t understand i get creatively drained
listen b-tch, i’m jason james, i ain’t drake or jermaine
believe i’m playing b-mper cars if i stay in their lane
you see i came from the bottom, said my words in a rhythm
nobody gave me shit, i had to earn my position
then they shitted on me so i murdered my division
they expected me to fail, i hope it hurts when you listen
i hope your stomach turns when you hear it
i hope your spirit burns, every word in my lyrics
is a dagger by design
driven by perfection then i’m leaving my impression when i drag it through your mind
spilt a bit of blood, i’m doing better now
always been a d-ck but i’m well endowed, maybe i should tell them how
it took me 29 years just to get this record out
getting old and i can feel the time applying pressure, loud
noises in my head
the clock keeps ticking, but i never fear the minutes it’s the voices that i dread
telling me to f-ck it, shoot the sheriff and the deputy
hang them high and let them see a sudden shift in energy
infringe on my integrity and offer me a price
i impede on your abilities and toss you to the lights
practitioner of pain, i administer the blow
-ss-ssinate a king while he’s sitting in his throne
he can feel it in his bones when i rip into his throat
you’re living so consider this your ticket to the show
master of the universe, it infinitely grows
where the hero is the villain and the villain’s in control
food for thought, dinner for the critics
a winner for the losers, a sinner for the cynics
and i’m just letting out the steam
i’m scared to go to sleep cuz i’m forgetting how to dream

- jason james rodney hazard

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