Had A Dream, I Was King, I

Honestly, I'd Love To Be Remembered As One Of The Best To Ever Pick Up A Mic, But If I'm Doing My Part To Lessen Some Racial Tension I Feel Good About What I'm Doing.

I Always Wished For This, But It's Almost Turning Into More Of A Nightmare Than A Dream.

No More Cutting Grams, And Wrapping Grands Up In Rubber-bands, I'm A Recovered Man, Our Plans Ta Discover Other Lands, Suburban Places Got Me Seeking For An Oasis, Cristal By The Cases, Ladies Of All Races With Dime Faces, Sex On The White Sand Beaches Of Saint Thomas, Though This Ain't Promised, I'm As Determined As Them Old Timers.

It's A Trip When People Take Sobriety For Granted. Feeling Trapped In My Addiction And Then Getting Sober - You Appreciate It So Much More, Because I Didn't Know If I Would Ever Know What It's Like To Feel Normal Again, Ever.

As Long As The Wrong Feels Right - It's Like I'm In Flight.