"..As a kid my dreams'll change, as I seem to age,
But there's no knowledge within a book..
If you never read the page.."
My diary of dreams
Sittin in the kitchen, with my coloring book
scribbling and whistlin, while my mother - she cooks
dad heads off to work, I'm always saying goodbye
I wish I could go with him, instead of baking these pies
with mom all the time. She's always waiting, she tries
to keep composed. But it's a lie, I hate when she cries.
On her face sits a smile, like her bones could sing
but underneath, she's scared to death..
as she waits for the phone to ring..
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everyday the same monotony, probably gotten me sick..
more than once, made me stop and drop to my knees in a fit..
my man's on tour of duty, but will he ever truely see,
my love is pure and beauty's free, no fees, duty free.
Its true that we pray for him, to arrive and be in peace
Im feelin safe when he's at home, to sleep with me between the sheets
Will they ever understand, how humility stuns a man?
I know life isn't perfect, he aint livin in wonderland.
but I need to have a plan, he's in trees or in the sand
he's my soldier and the bottom line is that he's feeding my fam.
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I dream of a cool breeze through trees, curb appeal.
thickets with a picket fence, a subtle urban feel.
my babies playin in the yard. dressed as cops n robbers
what good is livin life if you never stop to bother
to smell the roses? Appreciate everyday of your life,
I'm just an ordinary man who needs a date with his wife,
family campin trips, planing shit, lacin beats in the basement.
Skydiving for an adrenaline rush the feelin's amazing.
I say to the three that I'm raising,
be good for mom while I'm gone..
as I'm yanked back to reality,
from the sound of a bomb.
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Through the rubble, the Qu'ran sounds over the city
where the mosques used to stand tall, noble and pretty
now its cold and its gritty, my land blown to bits
soldiers walk our city streets, with their drones and ships
the western world won't destroy, the pride for my people
I'll remember to spread the word, cause our rivals are evil
the bible is see through, they don't see I bleed too,
as I bend down to the ground, I see some paper peek through
in the hands of the enemy, did he cry did he scream?
while he wrote his last entry..
in his...
dairy of dreams..
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