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The Jackson Five Dreamer

the dream is gone away Guess I'll always be a dreamer Dreaming my life away, dreaming my life away Guess I'll always be a dreamer Dreaming my life away, dreaming

the town wit my boy Ben Franklin Spend fo', get an ounce of dank then Rich nigga get high relaxin If I bust a Ben Frank' get some Andrew Jacksons Five

prom queen His dad a decorator vet from Vietnam scene His mother was Dear Abby, an ordinary house wife Like clock would always have dinner on the table at five

[Game - Verse 1] Sometimes I have f-cked up dreams Wake up in cold sweats, can't sleep, Hit the kitchen for some Moet I get drunk, but I ain't never smoke

salary And my mentality is, money orientated I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it 'Cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five

the clickin and clackin, You'll homies will wanna kno what happened, Come to Compton and see thriller like Mike Jackson, I might be Spike Lee, of this

reminds me of eddie murphy, coming to america But you can't approach this, rhymes are too ferocious Do the knowledge as I quote this Freddie krueger, walkin on kane's street Five

I AIN'T have to rap Break Harry-O out tell him crack is back That's nine five a bird take half of that Import it, export it in cracker jacks When

my people Negroes and Latinos and even the Gringos Yo, check it, one for Charlie Hustle, two for Steady Rock Three for the fourth comin' live, future shock It's five