Dreamslave/Murder Me Prelude
To live is Christ,
To die is Gain
I asked myself am I a slave
Working for the finer things in life
'Cause I don't ever wanna lose control
Gain this world
Lose my soul
So free my mind
Let me go goodbye
So they tell us to give a toast to the good life
Or at least the one advertised
Let that champagne spill raise them glasses high
Make truth out of wishes
Pursue what your bliss is
Or cruise with the misses
Boat shoe ocean blue with a view of the fishes
You could get used to this feeling
We living life in your youth full of riches
While real treasure pass you by
But that's okay you never had this life
So be okay with being gratified
But never satisfied
Stay distracted by the greed of your appetite
And never sleep 'cause you dream of the lavished life
Heart stay empty pockets stay stuffed
'Cause when you love money you don' ever got enough
The dream that you living for will make you a slave
Because the things you're living for can't go to your grave
Two fingers in the air for heavy D, Steve Jobs, and Gill Scott rest in peace
These guys had the Gs for every pleasantry
But couldn't take it when they headed to the heavenlies
What you amass won't help on the day of wrath
'Cause what you earn can't go in your urn
Hedonism is bound up in freedom's prison
Cats dream of riches like Jesus isn't
So they get em a wife a house kids and a dog, a wife a house kids and a dog
Guess what they never really live at all naw man they never really live at all
To live is Christ,
To die is Gain
I asked myself am I a slave
Working for the finer things in life
'Cause I don't ever wanna lose control
Gain this world
Lose my soul
So free my mind
Let me go goodbye
Yo, am I a slave?
That's a good question, it puts things into perspective
With a good lesson could I ever afford a necklace in my profession
That costs just as much as a Lexus could I be flexin'
What do I consider precious
Let's just, say I couldn't really find the bestest
Ways to explain the gifts God gives
What do I call a blessing
Knowing wherever my heart is you find my treasure
So I guess something so intangible how do I measure
Gotta stop moving my mandible and get my thoughts together yeah
Gotta let the father put my heart together
Or get shot up by a shooter who was shot with the Beretta
Hallelujah!
And it'd be hard for me to get up
To my very last words is I ain't be partin' with this cheddar
But the truth will be I partin' with all of it forever
Tell the world I'll never fall for it but y'all getting better
It's a set up
Yeah!
A wife a house kids and a dog
Guess what they never really lived at all
Naw man they ain't never really lived at all
To live is Christ,
To die is Gain, I asked myself am I a slave
Working for the finer things in life
'Cause I don't ever wanna lose control
Gain this world
Lose my soul
So free my mind
Let me go goodbye
Two fingers in the air for Heavy D
Two fingers in the air for Heavy D
Can't forget my homie, Sully G
Two fingers in the air for Heavy D
I fantasize and try to dream of
Security to try satisfy me but
They don't measure up to please
'Cause real treasure comes in Jesus
So I abort the created and adore The Creator
I avoid what I savor 'cause rewards coming later
My award is The Savior
He is the prize
My heart is toward what is wayward
So what's in me must die
