do dreams really come true and if so what must you do for your dream s light to come through i ma dream till i come to a time when my dreams ain t dreams no more cause i ve realized them in a field of dreams i feel my dreams like i slept on a braille bed and live em cause well done is way better than well said like life is way better than well dead i ve marched so many miles i can t even spell tread countless dubs of blue and quality time in the stu slaving overtime to make this dream come true i m just manifesting the predestined and blessing each who digest me like beef stew in school they called me quiet boy i mean i had a lot to say but i was trapped in my scars stuck in a silent war no time for whores my goal s planetary my own lone companion and sole adversary and to my dismay till this day still a war s on formed a truce with my spirit now we grapple morons and poor songs are spreading all over they got it all wrong i ll make their art over arz nova do dreams really come true and if so what must you do for your dream s light to come through i ma dream till i come to a time when my dreams ain t dreams no more cause i ve realized them pour my soul into a soundscape paint the horizon with my mindstate don t worry i ll shield you from the flurries it s a tale of insatiable yearning my always there hunger to pillage plunder and tear the industry asunder with sound from the ground under for heresy weapon v ll technically slice you like a section c but it seems execs will never see still i strive the rhyme restless despite my like five denied efforts train of thought drive reckless prime objective to crash on the market then blast off my star ship s divine essence designed infectious serpents plot to see me fail but it s a lock the v will prevail global takeover with these cds through retail use the equator as my 3 rail and speed line to a direction above to lessen your love for these thespian thugs pretentious panders and amateurs nursery rhyme handlers meet the sorcerer bet you ll get vanquished before i finish my dank spliff i m warning ya broadcasting from my third cornea and grasping endlessly for rap supremacy this is a starving man s plight the saga of an author who white gloves by day and rocks mics by night hitch my wagon to my calling and writing deep meditation while waiting impatient for dream realization  do dreams really come true and if so what must you do for your dream s light to come through i ma dream till i come to a time when my dreams ain t dreams no more cause i ve realized them2