Lyrics My Dream - Nesbeth

My Dream

Make me start da one yah…
Like how Martin Luther King woulda start it
My dream, my dream
My dream, my dream, my dream
Tell you, my dream is, fi live my dream
Hail di Most High inna mi sleep when mi see him
Tell you, my goal, my goal, my goal
All of my goal is fi reach my goal
Live a happy life, put it pon mi headstone
Nobody nuh fi cry over mi dead …
Look at me now
Weh them treat me less than gold
Put mi inna box, like a rectangle
Oh ohh
Look at me now, oh!
Look at me now, oh oh!
Look at me now, oh!
And mi a tell you, my life!
Weh dem use to go roun' me, go roun'
No one use to come roun' me
My life was so lonely, oh ohh!
Look at me now, oh!
Look at me now, oh oh!
Look at me now, oh!
Me a take plane like JUTC
When you see me, it’s on TV
Shows after shows, after shows, after shows
Tours, after tours, after tours, after tours
When me name call its like roars, after roars
Sweet melody, and pures, after pures
Them lock a one door
Mi buss doors, after doors
After doors, after doors, after doors, after doors
Look at me now
Weh them treat me less than gold
Put me inna box, like a rectangle
Oh ohh
Look at me now, oh!
Look at me now, oh oh!
Look at me now, oh!
And mi a tell you, my life!
Weh dem use to go roun' me, go roun'
No one use to come roun' me
My life was so lonely, oh ohh!
Look at me now, oh!
Look at me now, oh oh!
Look at me now, oh!
Jah blessings just a blow over… this a cup yah
And a cover, Jah Jah soldier
From board house, to side walk, to leather sofa
Dem say me living like the Cosa Nostra
No sah!
Me no mix up inna Coke-ah
Marijuana, no dust to da nose yah
Oil, no powder, not a obeah
Cyan get over (oh no)
Look at me now
Weh them treat me less than gold
Put me inna box, like a rectangle
Oh ohh
Look at me now, oh!
Look at me now, oh oh!
Look at me now, oh!
And mi a tell you, my life!
Weh dem use to go roun' me, go roun'
No one use to come roun' me
My life was so lonely, oh ohh!
Look at me now, oh!
Look at me now, oh oh!
Look at me now, oh!
Me a thank God fi mi blessing
No, me cyan afford fi give back to some a the same people dem weh use to say
things
All who used to say «him nah buss, him cyan buss»
Dem same one a take bus, come a mi state show come fi call up dem
But mi still a call up dem
Buss dem, but me cyan trust dem
See dem, but me nah touch dem
Nuh hate dem, but me cyan love dem
From Trench Town
A next star rise again
Look at me now
Weh them treat me less than gold
Put me inna box, like a rectangle
Oh ohh
Look at me now, oh!
Look at me now, oh oh!
Look at me now, oh!
And mi a tell you, my life!
Weh dem use to go roun' me, go roun'
No one use to come roun' me
My life was so lonely, oh ohh!
Look at me now, oh!
Look at me now, oh oh!
Look at me now, oh!