Tre Blanca - Urban Dreams lyrics

[Verse 1: Tre Blanca] Sometimes I want to get away My generation's peace, gone astray Definite races, but we all the same Taking d** or pressing love What sh** to gain? I ain't got to sit in your window just to feel your pain I know the struggle of adolescence, searching Protection, looking for change but no sense of direction In the recession, incarceration is still progressing In the city, a good kid with bad intentions, uh [Hook: Tre Blanca] Next to blow, like letter 'b', just wait and see Rappers I hate you, like I'm close to letter 'g' Poetry spoken over melody I stay fly, still see, staring at urban dreams, uh Next to blow like letter 'b', just wait and see Rappers I hate you, like I'm close to letter 'g' Poetry spoken over melody I stay fly, still see, staring at urban dreams, hold up [Interlude: female (male)] I'm trying to speak that poetry too, man (Hold up, man) That sh** on the radio here is stupid (Is that Urban Cartel and TyLa$oul?) I'm cooling, cooling out music I want to change the world with my dream (That is them, oh sh**, n***a) But hey, I guess one day the world will see For now, umm... [Verse 2: TyLa$oul] Highway robbin' was holdin' over the time Knowing this cla**ic car can't go far but all I'm fine Party hard for the night, but want a gnarlier life I don't have to drink to get the zombies outside of my body (so I) Cause damn, they affect my neighbors I guess that's why all my haters are bitten before I ate 'em And I slay 'em! Trying to stop my knowledge from hitting people Here's your element, the residence to all the evil Breeze Park [Hook: Tre Blanca] [Second Interlude: male] Brother! We've got to go get some autographs from that man That's TyLa$oul and Urban Cartel What they doin' out in the country? [Verse 3: Tre Blanca] d**h at our front door, like it's corpses on porches Spit nauseous like ill, n***a Shocking like eels, n***a Medicated the game, Obama like Hussein f** who saying we not sick: East Coast is toxic, uh Word to Johnson, we rock sh** k**ing grounded rappers, we flier than co*k pit Dropping hot sh** while we higher than drop kick These rappers ain't f**ing with us, check the synopsis, yo, yo [Hook: Tre Blanca]