This is a song about "A dream on the edge"

The dream of martin luther king can be put on hold

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

I speak english but check my french

I'm livin' on the edge,

The wu tang clan's 36 chambers, that was a dream,

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team.

My knife's got a nice edge..i'm a coldblooded killer..straight out of the ice age/

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

We've condemned them, locked. in a cell of consumerism,the american dream.

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Imagine living in a dream

Your developmental league don’t see a team

The reason why i still feed a fiend a fuckin dream