Now your sleep is over You can't remember Why you spent the whole night proving? What you'll be losing The dream is gone Do you want another one? Time
Translation: American Music Club. The Dream Is Gone.
sleep I'll dream again of canopies and grapes And wake shaking from the knowledge that the mattress holds your shape I assume my phone is dead because it hasn't rung for months If tomorrow is
hideous acts on the one gettin rid of the gats A nigga back, no parole, now how pretty is that? The city is trapped, bottles popped, Phillies is cracked Niggaz is
