Just a dollar and a dream
But they charging us to sleep
Just a dollar and a dream
But they charging us to sleep
Dollar and a
Dollar and a
Dollar and a
Dollar and a
Dollar and a
Starving artist selling poems on the street
Journal carcass of the man he used to be
Reciting stanzas on the sidewalk for cathartic qualities
Convinced that angels tune into every syllable he speaks
Preaching just to keep himself from going off the deep-end
He kicks it with his homie's in the alley on the weekends
No fake friends but a handful are imaginary
All of them are down as fuck
See yo crew is the contrary
Airy like the loyalty in question
Peculiar type of artist really puts it in perspective
Beggars can't be choosers so he's asking in selectin
Quenching for a peace of mind
Can't calculate the qualitative
Keeping track of promises in fractions and decimal places
Hidden faces in the feelings that arise
Echo in his heart until finally he cries
Just a dollar and a dream
But they charging us to sleep
Just a dollar and a dream
But they charging us to sleep
Dollar and a
Dollar and a
Dollar and a
Dollar and a
Dollar and a
Me? Maintain a civilized composure
While casualties are ridden by tax-paying explosives
How naïve of me to fight for peace
Upset the belly of the beast
Who can't consume a byproduct
Of his own goddamn streets
Feasting off the flesh of the unfortunate
Seasoned with debt, paired with despair
He puts a fork in it
He don't give a flying fuck
For that he is notorious
See, I'm just trynna figure out
Where this goddamn glory is
And why he always get an invitation
Got the means to free but steady
Enslaving the nation
More than meets the eye
See it's our minds they're subjugating
Break it outta bondage and they label us as "crazy"
Or conspiracy theorist solving a puzzle
Muzzle on the masses is a million dollar hustle
Fuck a racist-fascist bitch, these hands will burst your bubble
Empty your account and turn empires into rubble
Dollar and a
Dollar and a
Dollar and a
Dollar and a
Dollar and a
Dollar and a
Dollar and a
Dollar and a
Dollar and a
Dollar and a
When the sky rains fire and the flood gates open
And there's no one left to lend it to
Will your dollar save you