

Prompt / Lyrics
New regime of this hip hop “Who’s that!?” An ill machine I can’t and I won’t stop “Fall back!” The type of guy brotha-you knowwwwwwwww- “ talk that!” I ain’t no wannabe ball player, I’m all player ,you been starting problems hoping that I’ll resolve - that, Close your eyes, baby, open your mind, What do you see? The fact there’s never been another brotha smoother than me? “ uh….no!” Oh maybe that’s a little bit exaggerated but i feel like you ain’t one to not have seen the creative, I’m glad I made you smile now I’m glad I was patient. But moving on,getting back to the times, To a place where a dollar got a basket of fries, we used to get together every once in a while, But currently you’ll get unalived for cracking a Smile. If Martin Luther king can tell us he had a dream? Why can’t I explain the things I been seeing - in my mind? [Bridge] I still see colors in a world turned gray, Still hear melodies in the gunshot spray. They told me dreamin’ would only lead to pain— But I still dream anyway… [Hook] So let me talk, let me breathe, Let me paint what I see— Even if this world don’t believe in a brotha like me. Let me rise, let me fall, Let me break, let me call— On a higher power just to walk through it all. ‘Cause I got visions they don’t wanna hear, And a voice that’s still fightin’ through fear… But I’ma speak it, I’ma bleed it, I’ma hold that line If Martin had a dream, then I can have mine.
Tags
90’s hip hop
2:28
No
6/29/2025