Bad Dreams

I always been the type of nigga to chill
Never worried 'bout a dollar bill, seeking the thrill
I don't fuck with the pills and I don't fuck with the cops
Give me one good reason I should trust they ass
Niggas dying every day, ain't no shit gon' change
Welcome to the modern days where we Idolize fame
Something like hunger games the way we killing each other
And it's kill or be killed so I'm shooting my nigga
And after you rest in peace well I'm shooting my ears
Then you got both corpses laying down on the floor
Then the white man comes and takes both our wallets
Looking at us like "damn man, these niggas is wilding"
I guess that's two less votes against my party
Make it to the top then buy myself a brand-new Ferrari
I mean it's not like we haven't found them in a safari
All we did is kill their heritage and rewrite their story

It's like a bad dream inside of my head
I wish I could talk to my brother, but my brother's dead
So what do I do now? Should I shoot up the place?
Man they treat me like a slave, put my mind in a cage
Then they got the nerves to ask: why the black man rage?
First ask yo' old lady why she's looking afraid?
Maybe cuz the fro, maybe cuz of the braids
Or maybe cuz she wishes I was under the chains

All the respect you deserve you gotta earn
Or learn the hard way that the fire might burn
If life's a curse then I guess that being hurt
Is part of the process like when the wheels hit the curve
To keep pushing forward it takes some nerve
And watch out who you fucking with you better stay alert
Especially on someone else's turf
Cuz they'll bleed you like a beast and use your skin as a fur
Then you got witnesses pleading the fifth
While the victim's family crying on their knees and shit
And story repeat itself
Who the fuck do you call when the police break the law?
System built with intentional flaws
And apparently there's no man on top of the law?
Yo who the fuck you think you kidding bro? This is Astred
We see everything, third eye open my nigga

It's like a bad dream inside of my heart
I wish I could talk to my ex, but she broke us part
So what do I do now? Should I be blaming myself?
Cuz my old self wasn't able to recognize wealth
And they got the nerve to ask: Why I'm looking so sad
Cuz I can't put on a mask when in front of a glass
Maybe cuz the truth, maybe cuz of my past
Or maybe cuz I failed trying getting her back

She use to be my ride or die, Bonnie and Clyde
She even got me into hip-hop, me and you to the top
I guess that's what we thought, that was before breaking your heart
The day you left me it truly felt like the holocaust
Kind of lost back then, I wanted to be a cop
Imagine me wearing blue shooting at my people
But now Im more into blues and spiritual seeking
And for your info: please know I never cheated
Sorry for my lack of words when it got heated
Sorry for my selfishness when it comes to my penis
You kept on sending me sings, but man I couldn't see them
A real angel, Katrina was more than I needed
But then you left me so you could fight your own demons