Percy Miracles (Phonte) - Lost Dreams lyrics

[Verse 1: Black Smoke] Gotta stay under the radar, catch me on the backstreet On this money marathon it's sorta like a track meet Life seems wicked when you dealing with the demons Eventually we die, sh** I'm lucky to be breathing All my n***as ride we never hesitated when it's beef Lighting candles for a n***a that was dedicated to the streets Mastermind in the booth, the proof is in the proving we the truth Voice of reason, no, consider me the voice of the youth That voice of the youth, orchestrating the power to rally troops Not that M-16, uniforms with the boots Organized young brothers that are armed with the truth That's the only way that a war won't ensue Doctors wonder why I leave track bruised, beats black and blue Scrolls of the truth, these lyrics are left unraveling you Unraveling laces, funeral homes, unusual places Demons follow my dreams, lost means and unusual faces [Hook: Young Prophet] Lost dreams, ma** funerals and unusual faces Rebellions, cracked roads, like it's baked in the basements Weed smoke, bleeding throats and Bacardi chasers Heaven-sent, like we forgot the Devils who made us Heaven-sent, like we forgot the Devils who made us Lost dreams, ma** funerals and unusual faces Rebellions, cracked roads, like it's baked in the basements Weed smoke, bleeding throats and Bacardi chasers [Verse 2: Prince Apollo] My dreams, sh**, nothing stopped me from chasing them Constantly chased by these demons I was stopped from escaping them I don't know what stopped me from facing them Nothing stops me from pulling out a mac, co*king back and erasing them But I'm still falling back, hopping back in that Cadillac Or running back when they pull a mac, sh** gave me a heart attack Skinny n***a, hitting tracks, leave 'em gasping, blue and black Smoking gra**, I'm unapproved so I wear a f**ing mask Hidden from my demons, but I gotta stay scheming above the ma** Stay scheming 'till my third eye beaming and the competition's smashed Cross around my neck like a 80 collar or my mother's locket sh**, god made me a prophet, destined since birth, ain't no way you could stop it I'm barely blazed, but I'm self made, I was made for the co*kpit You ain't made for the eyes of a king, these lines are more than what's in your pocket I'm Atlas, f**ing f*ggots spitting tragic, wand in my hand, a magician spitting magic With the torch in the other, a f**ing savage wreaking havoc like it's Hell's last f**ing salvage [Hook: Young Prophet]