Lyrics Dreams of Medina - Tha God Fahim

Dreams of Medina

Sometimes I wish that we can be together
Sometimes I wish that we can see each other
It’s been a long time
I wish that we can greet each other
I put my pen down in between cold lines
These new times ain’t nothing like old times
It’s like everything i learned was fake as fuck
Im waking up, laying in this bed to make it up
And as crazy as that seems
I just got a call, my nigga got killed over a flatscreen — shit
They say: «life is what you make it»
I just wanna pant a seed, watch it grow and see it make it
But niggas like me hardly make it
For life you dont give, you sure do wanna take it
Got me askin' these questions like «What the fuck?»
He was only tryna run, you ain’t have to shoot him up
It’s been more less of having fun
Just days of being stuck in this living black hell
Broke as a fuck
Not enough roaches to make a blunt — shit out of luck
I put my heart up in this rap shit — But fuck this rap shit
Something like retail
How the fuck he sell?
He dressed like female
Spazzin' my account on g-mail
Tellin' me to listen to some shit you done freestyle
Oh so you devils talkin' to me now?
Now watch all that talking come to a seize now
I smoke a blunt to take the pain out
And if i wasn’t high, prolly tryna blow my brains out