Broken Dreams şarkı sözleri

I'm 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!