This is a song about "Dreams"

Thinkin of the the dreams

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Both dreams got different parts

Please correct me, stretch marks

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

These other lil' niggas just sellin' ya'll dreams

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Silenced, nothing is peachy keen, and so dreams,

We all dream one day we be kings and queens

And i've been thinking bout you

When will my dreams come true

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Is it normal to have lucid dreams

Welcome to our dreams

Malcolm x, by any means