Land of Dreams
Now I'm feeling fly like a jet
Young Vagabond
Yeah
With these thoughts I'm a maniac
Birds in my heart I let em fly away
Bars in my brain, I write the pain away
Ten thousand bricks, and lay a hundred eggs
Lay another 20, ain't no stopping me
Think he got the pieces to the recipe
Send him to the kitchen, he was shaking mate
Why you run away, don't you run away
Dealing with the devil, every single day
Tune the television, search the forecast
Lots of obstacles, plenty bloodshed
Filled with potholes, these roads damn
Turn around and call me the problem
(Guess it is, what it is)
I'm the problem
Guess it is, what it is
Land of dreams, man dey free but
Hin get fee
Working hard is still no guarantee
Shout too loud, they gon cut your deal
Damn
I ain't got light for 20 years
How will I know what's up
Look around, don't it seem we stuck
Wonder why these kids lose they minds
Tribalism, got me shaped like a prison
Slaves to commonwealth, but it ain't ever felt
Still a victim of my pigment, charged with crimes
I ain't get a sentence, but I got shot
My killers got more justice than me
World saw me bleed
Eiya, so sad
Gotta keep moving on damn
Oh man
Young Vagabond
Yeah
With these thoughts I'm a maniac
Birds in my heart I let em fly away
Bars in my brain, I write the pain away
Ten thousand bricks, and lay a hundred eggs
Lay another 20, ain't no stopping me
Think he got the pieces to the recipe
Send him to the kitchen, he was shaking mate
Why you run away, don't you run away
Dealing with the devil, every single day
Tune the television, search the forecast
Lots of obstacles, plenty bloodshed
Filled with potholes, these roads damn
Turn around and call me the problem
(Guess it is, what it is)
I'm the problem
Guess it is, what it is
Land of dreams, man dey free but
Hin get fee
Working hard is still no guarantee
Shout too loud, they gon cut your deal
Damn
I ain't got light for 20 years
How will I know what's up
Look around, don't it seem we stuck
Wonder why these kids lose they minds
Tribalism, got me shaped like a prison
Slaves to commonwealth, but it ain't ever felt
Still a victim of my pigment, charged with crimes
I ain't get a sentence, but I got shot
My killers got more justice than me
World saw me bleed
Eiya, so sad
Gotta keep moving on damn
Oh man
Credits
Writer(s): Anwar Danjaji
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