This is a song about "Dreams and nightmares"

I was a reckless teen, with wild hopes and dreams,

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Malcolm x, by any means

So goodnight and sweet dreams

I'm having dreams of his mother, taking her skin and displacing

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

I was a reckless teen, with wild hopes and dreams,

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

With scars apon my wrists and razors in my dreams

Spread thin between dreams and obligations,

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Dreamed away all these right dreams, nightmares squash like tight jeans

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Hopes and dreams not all gonna succeed.

Sorry mama, i can't turn the other cheek