Songtext von Broken Dreams

Iim tired of motherfuckers plain and simple, bitin my shit. They don't feel that, nope One quarter of a century old Bold, mentally, physically, massive Visually, altenate, passive Hope my crafts are tight, heh I'll be aight, solo, all fresh dolo And day and night, I write (I write) And when the wind blows I fight, I show and prove Aerodynamics, molded from ceramics (yeah) Theory, let loose now gigantic And move way past stress, don't regress I got way too much finesse, heh.. .. son take hold of your bootstraps, when your shoes ran over Talkin bout how you clap, I don't respect that Nor shall I wet that The streets is tough, time is rough I don't forget that (I don't) See yeah, cause when I fell out of the scene .. heh, nobody cared I wasn't prepared, and no one shared any information, still patient Waitin for a time to hear my rhyme .. all I had was broken dreams, anger, stagnation Pacin the streets, chasin, scraps to eat The more you gave, the more I ate The more disease, the more disease, the more disease Manifested - please please - in my belly Floatin like jelly, you can`t tell me no stories of rough seasons I've been through a lot, huh, and I'm still SCREAMIN.. .. I'm not dreamin.. hah, countdown Ten.. nine.. eight Like this, well fuck it Broken dreams, anger, stagnation I'm pacin, but I'm still patient Aww man fuck that let's get it together In my time!