Broken Dreams

I'm walking down a boulevard of broken dreams

And I mean it when I say, yeah this day ain't green

All we gotta do is count right down to three

And we can hit a stranger with brutality

Yeah, tell him he's just a little bitch boy

Yeah, tell her she's just a little flesh toy

What type of things we gotta employ

To turn all of this hate into some joy

What we gotta do, huh, what I gotta do

Which lens I gotta look through, just to find a single clue

Cause it's looking like a murder mystery, truth

Everybody's spirits dying in a vicious loop

It's World War Z, Gen Z, zombified off the lean

Off the molly and some beans, maybe add some LSD

Along with classic THC, sprinkle in some 2CB

Suffocate em with they thoughts so they can't speak

But not me, huh, I gotta preach to em

Y'all know who's watching every move, can't run away from Him

He'll help you through the thick and thin, just gotta trust in Him

Y'all ain't the only ones with sins, I got tons of em

I got tons of em, yeah I got some skeletons

I won't stand all high and mighty like a hypocrite

I'm tryna meet you where you're at as a gentleman

But I won't swallow disrespect like a pacifist

I'm walking down a boulevard of broken dreams

And I mean it when I say, yeah this day ain't green

All we gotta do is count right down to three

And we can hit a stranger with brutality

Making any change seems impossible

But I'm taking up the task, cause it's possible

I'll hear you out, even if it gets emotional

Cause I'd rather deal with tears than your funeral