Morray - Dreamland Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, oh
Yeah
Oh

It was hard growin' up like I did
Seein' everybody had this and I ain't never have shit
Like, fuck Christmas and a birthday, I ain't never have gifts
Livin' a broken life, like a nigga actin' in a Spike script
Hold on with the vice grip
This just how motha fuckin' life is

Nigga, this is my life
Said that I would do it for a price
B and E's each and every single night, just to get the pockets right
Split it up even amongst the guys
Hard as fuck 'cause it made the money tight
Couldn't even catch a break from the state, caught a case
I was only thirteen, had a mask on the face
I was five foot five, had a .9 on the waist
I was smart as a bitch and let my mind go to waste
I was always on my own
Makin' sure my moves were never known
Young as fuck but I was movin' grown
Heart made of stone
Always thought that I would be alone
Even with the love that I was shown
Nobody ever gave a real fuck about me, so why would I give a fuck about ye
I was skinny, I was hungry, I ain't have food to eat
Makin' trouble on the double dutch that's how I released

It was hard growin' up like I did
Seein' everybody had this and I ain't never have shit
Like, fuck Christmas and a birthday, I ain't never have gifts
Livin' a broken life, like a nigga actin' in a Spike script
Hold on with the vice grip
This just how motha fuckin' life is

I can't complain if I tried, a nigga only glad that he alive
Dealin' with the pain, gotta keep it bottled up inside
I'm a black man, that's how we survive
Can't remember stable places, we was in n' out of basements
Layin' on some carpet 'cause it's better than the pavement
Livin' in a motel, mama couldn't make it
Daddy had another bitch, guess he couldn't face it
Anythin' we ever gained he would try to come and take it
If she ever spoke about it he would lose his fuckin' patience
Several different ways to beat her, can't believe he's so creative
Sad to say it to this day I still really fuckin' hate him

It was hard growin' up like I did
Seein' everybody had this and I ain't never have shit
Like, fuck Christmas and a birthday, I ain't never have gifts
Livin' a broken life, like a nigga actin' in a Spike script
Hold on with the vice grip
This just how motha fuckin' life is