And I brought, and I brought, and I brought dreams, dreams, dreams
And I brought you all my dreams, cause I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
I woke up out that coma 2001, about the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done, Aftermath presents nigga with a attitude, volume one
Rap critics politicking, wanna know the outcome, ready to die, reasonable doubt and doggy style in one
I feel like Pac after the Snoop Dogg trial was done, Dre behind that G-Series and all eyes on me
I watched the death of a dynasty, so I told Vibe magazine, working with Dr. Dre was a
I had visions of making a classic, then my world turned black, like I was staring out of Stevie Wonder's glasses
It's kinda hard to imagine, like Kanye West, coming back from a fatal accident to beat making and rapping
But, we the future, Whitney Houston told me that it's gonna take more than a bullet in the heart to hold me back
Blending the ink from my pen bleed, cause Long Luke the King had her, Aaliyah had her, left eye had her
So I reached out to Kanye and brought you all my dreams, cause I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
I had dreams of * a R&B bitch like Maya, when I saw that ass on the front of that King
Read the article in the magazine, she loved gangsters, loved nasty things
So I'm in the glass house, having nasty dreams, good girls never give it up
But anything is possible, if 50 * Vivica, hurdle life's obstacles, found my way through the maze
Then joy turned to pain, like Frankie Beverly and Mays, used to dream of being unsigned hype
Till I was crushed by Dave Mays, almost let my pen fall asleep on the page
Daydreaming yesterday, dozing off backstage, I thought I saw Eazy talking to Jam Master J
So I walked over, heard Jam Master say, it's a hard knock life, then you pass away
They say sleep is the cousin of death, so my eyes wide open, cause a dream is kin to your last breath
Rushing in this 40 ounce, letting the ink from my pen bleed, cause Juan Luther King had her
Aaliyah had her, left eye had her, so I reached out to Kanye
I brought you all my dreams, cause I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
The dream of Huey Newton, that's what I'm living through
The dream of Eric Wright, that's what I'm giving you
Who walked through the White House without a business suit
Compton had Jerry Curl dripping on Ronald Reagan's shoes
Gave Michael in my demo, came here to pay my dues
Started off with Who Kid, then I start blazing Clue
It was all a dream, like Big said it be
Don't sleep on me homie, I bring nightmares to reality
Rap phenomenon, defying the rules of gravity
Studied all the classics, start revising my strategy
Cause Marshall Mathers made it, Curtis Jackson made it
Head in the clouds wondering where the hell Marvin Gate went
How do I say this, I'm living for my son
But I can't figure out why I'm at my temple with this gun
Wake up to a Jesus piece like a Catholic nun
The war to be a rap legend has just begun
Rushing in this 40 ounce, letting the ink from my pen bleed, cause Juan Luther King had her
Aaliyah had her, left eye had her, so I reached out to Kanye
This song is dedicated to Yotunde Price
The sister of Venus and Serena Williams who was slain during a gang shootout in Compton
Sunday, September 14th, 2003
Rest in peace
I was a little too young