It was the most realistic dream I have ever had...I returned as the city was on fire

I squint into the aperture between anarchy and apathy

And then amicably abandon the amalgam of complacency

Erasing the debasing vacant vagrant with tenacity

And combating the pull to laziness and dreaming to capacity

I'm screaming at the masses to dispatch some higher energy

And then crash in spite of blistering passion and some wizardry

Smashing the meat and blithering simpletons stuck sniveling with visions of venomous valkyries flying with amphetamine

I'm dying to keep my grasp on the wings that promised to lift me

But I'm slipping, I'ma make some blisters in poor conditioning

So I grit my teeth and grimace, riding thermals towards a better me

And tripping at a reverend sent to meddle in some devilry

Good. Still my bling felt cold to the touch

Come up's always my demeanor, I was young and swallowed teeners'

When the police pulled up creeping, being us was never easy

Haters' harnessing some evil, they all fraudulent and greedy

They all wanna see me bleeding but they'll die before they see it

And all these kids are hardly friends, you jokers look like Harley Quinn

Just hoping we gon' fall or quit, I'll box you 'fore you box me in

It's been years and I'm not stopping, yeah, that's when you here or not

Cuz yo, I'll finish as a martyr 'fore I quit this shit I started

And ain't no other kings in this rap thing, that's iffy

Cuz I'm the illest in yo city, ain't no one can spit it with me

Leave 'em sniffling more than Whitney

Never stressing when they're tripping

Hit the plug and cop a zippy, yo

Everything, I try to save it till the end

I'm Michelangelo with a pen and a pad

I made this music come to life with the shit in my hands

I get these oohs and these aahs coming straight from the fans

The only time that I charging if it's already throwing down

I got these bitches on their box and shit, biting my style

Give me a few grounded cokes and you can watch me get too wild

We'll never shoot the messenger, my aim is at the spectators

Careful what you starting cuz my aim is so impeccable

Jump on the wagon like the rest of 'em

Go ahead and ride this boat 'til, like, you gossip with the best of 'em

And don't need diamonds, I shine bright alone

And you gon' hear a flat line at the end of the phone

Descend. Dreams about death are a foreshadowing. But maybe so are dreams about living