Letters From A Dream
Dear Psychological dreamer,
Your eyes that are not really your eyes
Can contemplate your fate but your afraid to see it
The lies warped your mind
Till you believe in lies you haven't seen truth to yet

Thinking there's theory to everything
But theory is how afraid you are to open your eyes
To see a prophecy that your destiny has yet to foreseen
The flesh that we wear on our tendons
Justifies what rank the government put us in
Insecurities and fear is the reason
Why the bottom is the mix breeds and the mother of all breeds

This thing we call intelligence is just knowledge we know
That the government has corrupted
So society can convert to being oblivious
Has been advanced to a stage where certain people take it a different way
Intelligence is when your a bit afraid

The crazy that we all call delusional is the righter way
The fighters way, I'm sick and tired of letting the government play foreplay
and step on our toes and call us fools
To make us see the blinder day
Where whites remain in the world
And play chess with their own pieces
See the truth in this
This game that has been rehearsed
To the point of the count how many times lil Wayne rehearsed his verse
On repeat this record we playing
Stuck on the same part of the game
Not getting anywhere but the same place