This is a song about "Anna martin"

That's why i always think i'm kicking something with feeling

Teens became fiends without dreams like martin luther king,

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Reminds you of the faces, trayvon martin, jordan davis,

These days we praise martin

For the outlawz, here we come

These days we praise martin

Catch you up on places i've been

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

The truth, with martin luther king at the cemetery,

Got a dream like martin, and i must see it be complete/

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

The dream of martin luther king can be put on hold