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Dreams


I live in a hood where dreams are unreal People are idolize for drug deals and kills I refuse to fall victim to Cleveland's curse I rather fall victim to the jail system first Every night before bed I pray for sweet dreams To get out of this hood, feel the joy life brings To live to tell my story, give hope to the kids This ain't all the world has to offer, you gotta dream big Inspire young men to have goals, go from rags to riches You beautiful girls are more than sluts and *itches I dream to be great to empower the poor Empowerment + knowledge= more My dreams, my dreams my sweet.. sweet dreams *Alarm rings* back to reality, survival of the teens...
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