Garonfilms
Junior Member
Join Date: Jun 2005
Posts: 22
Day Dreaming
Your thoughts are on the way they on they
Say Awwww Boy I’m telling you
That nobody thinks or speaks like you
You are you own man with your own voice
That voice pours out verses like old ladies in church with mints in they purses
Can’t praise the Lord with funky breath as the deacon smoke their cigarette
On church surfaces I praise the Lord
Day Dreaming that I’m in heaven and I’m stroking my wings I smile and look down on the world and say I made it
I’m what God created
Hopefully my friends came in walking on the gold bricks that
Paved on the streets of The Kingdom
I approach the Many Mansions
That was promised White and Gold
The colors that never could die old
But still I stand bold and flap my wings
Towards my home
I’m Day Dreaming That I’m back in the World
Where everything thing crazy
On the streets of KC
People dying when the outside seem hazy
I pray to the unborn baby
To change the world and stand up from these ***** that aim lazy
That killed a Little girl on a bike just coming home
Now her mother “all cried out” father never heard the song
She at the funeral Saturday Morn…dressed up in black
Little girl in the coffin look like she resting
I’m Day Dreaming and nobody took me out this traces tears fallen from a angels face
Sadly the world is a bad place hell on earth but you gotta stay in the race or the devils will past you up and be first place.
I’m Running
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