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letra de get to my dreams - lethal dialect

[verse 1: lethal dialect]
staring at the grey cement
as i crack a new can of brew and formulate a plan or two to pay the rent
i have a ‘f-ck the world’ att-tude today so hence
i puff a gram or two praying for a way to vent
i’m hooded up, rocking a northface jacket too
it’s significant, the colour seems to match the mood
if i’m making sense
if this is the warm-up i’m waiting for the main event
i don’t be measuring my days by length
nah i be measuring my days by the way they’re spent
cos there’s a source that i tap into
and i found great comfort, knowing there’s a force that i channel through
it gave me strength, when the friends who came and went
used to ask what the f-ck would me rapping do?
this is what a track can do
paint a picture with a panoramic view for the few that don’t have a clue

[hook: willa lee]
it’s in my genes, it’s hereditary
get to my dreams by all means necessary
the struggle’s just temporary
i was sent here just to be an emmisary
but why can’t i see clear?
can’t see my dreams from here although the feel near
i swear i think they feel near
tell me this is real here

[verse 2: lethal dialect]
listening to miles davis as i zone from the face of earth
blowin kush with a mild fragrance, and the taste of pear
lets me forget this state of affairs
and for a while i escape my cares
life’s but a trial basis and this city is my place of birth
so let me take you there
as we walk the defiled pavements
full of beggars tryna make a spare
you’ll notice how their smile changes
to a vile statement when you deny payment
that reminds me of friends so fake you penetrate their layers
you’ll see snakes more faker than the face they wear
they say my life’s aimless and me rapping is a waste of air
but break their stare when looking in my eyes
cos they see what i see and they see why the faith is there
i’m living my dreams while they never bothered chasing theirs

[verse 3: lethal dialect]
if sleep is the cousin of death and we’re succ-mbing to it sucking for breaths
and we’ve left from this sphere rock
does that mean nothing is left?
and we’re looking at the plummeting depths, from the edge of a sheer drop
thinking how we shouldn’t have slept
not knowing that time is a substance we couldn’t have kept
i find myself becoming depressed, even shedding a tear drop
looking for something to put me to rest
but sleeping is dreaming and dreams manifest
from the source energy where our currents connect
so it has to mean something is next
i had a dream i was running but i couldn’t progress
like i was stuck in a hex, then the voice of a woman said something that i couldn’t forget
she said “life is a lesson, but fear not, you’re one of the blessed”
then i woke up covered in sweat, raised hairs on the scruff of my neck
see my dreams saved me, cos i’m knowing where i’m heading when i’m cut from the flesh

- lethal dialect

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