I up out that coma 2001 'bout the same Dre dropped 2001 Three years later the album is Aftermath Nigga Witta Attitude, Volume One Rap critics politickin, wanna know the Ready to Die, Doubt and Doggystyle in one I feel like 'Pac after the Snoop Dogg was done Dre behind that G series and All on Me I the death of a dynasty, so I told Vibe Magazine Workin' Dr. Dre was a (dream) I had visions of a classic, then my world turned black Like I was starin' out of Stevie Wonder's kinda hard to imagine, like Kanye West Coming back from his accident to beatmaking and rapping But, we the future, Whitney Houston me that And it's gon' take more than a bullet in the to hold me back
Blushin' in 40 ounce, lettin' the ink from my pen bleed Martin Luther King had a (dream) Aaliyah had a (dream), Eye had a (dream) So I reached out to and (I brought you all my dreams) (Cause I love you, I you, I love you)
I had of fuckin' a R&B bitch like Mya When I saw that ass on the of that King Read the in the magazine, she loved gangsters, loved nasty things So I'm in the house having nasty dreams Good girls give it up But anything is possible, if 50 fucked life's obstacles, found my way through the maze Then joy turned to pain like Beverly and Maze Used to dream of being Unsigned 'til I was crushed by Dave Mays, almost let my pen fall on the page Daydreamin' yesterday, off backstage I thought I saw Eazy to Jam Master Jay So I walked over, Jam Master say "It's a hard knock life, then you away" They say sleep is the cousin of death, so my wide open Cause a is kin to your last breath
in this 40 ounce, lettin' the ink from my pen bleed Cause Martin Luther had a (dream) had a (dream), Left Eye had a (dream) So I out to Kanye and (I brought you all my dreams) (Cause I you, I love you, I love you)
The dream of Newton that's what I'm livin' through The dream of Eric Wright, that's I'm givin you Who walked the White House without a business suit Compton hat, curl drippin on Ronald Reagan's shoes Gave Mike Lem my demo, came here to pay my Started off with Whoo Kid, then I start blazin' It was all a dream like Big it'd be Don't sleep on me homey, I bring nightmares to Rap phenomenon, defyin' the of gravity Studied all the classics, start my strategy Cause Marshall Mathers made it, Curtis Jackson it Head in the clouds, wonderin' where the hell Gaye went How do I say this? I'm for my son But I can't figure out, why I'm at my with this gun Wake up to a Jesus like a catholic nun The war to be a rap legend, has just
in this 40 ounce, lettin' the ink from my pen bleed Cause Luther King had a (dream) had a (dream), Left Eye had a (dream) So I out to Kanye and (I brought you all my dreams) (Cause I you, I love you, I love you)
This is dedicated to Yetunde Price The sister of and Serena Williams Who was slain a gang shootout in Compton Sunday, September 14th, 2003 - rest in