More Than I Can Say

I'm trying to put it all in words, but it's
More than I can say
It would take a whole lifetime to tell you
More than I can say
Every time I wrote a line it’s still
More than I can say
This is the realest shit I ever wrote
More than I can say

Bottles and El Dorados, trapped in the allure
The sickness: dreaming of riches
Reality was the cure my doctor
Physician was music, I'm sure
The prescription was super-model sandwiches
And suicide doors i used to
Stand in my mirror fixing up my hat right
DMV don't make licenses for the fast life
Was taught never drop my head
When I'm doing right
And though I may be watched by
Feds with the blue sights
I just want the whole world
To bop their heads someone to stop my bread
If my pops was here, he'd be like "son
You the one
They gotta crown you, a gift from around you
Know they don't understand you
But what can they handle?
If they was wearing Gucci
Loafers, they'd be through, over
Just stay on point, do what you do
Soldier: remember I'm with you when
The world get colder

Keep having the same dream
About a mic, a gun, a cross, they all
In the middle of flames
An hourglass of salt dripping down
To it's last grain
Hear a voice that asks what do I claim?
I ask what it means it's sort of a trance
As the planet Earth appears in
The palm of my hands
I could do what I wish with it, and waking up
To study my dreambook, see if it links up
Looking for some significance
Like does the dream
Represent this cold world I'm living in?
Ask my man, then his laughter begin
He had the same dream, but in his
He grabbed the gun
Damn son! I told him in mine I took the mic
The cross, I had it all my life
The same height i'm trying to sneak sleep
So that my mind won't find out
Time out: my body won't wind down