The Good Chaos – Broken Dreamer Lyrics
Artist: The Good Chaos
Song: Broken Dreamer
Must have been the early 90s, baby pictures on them album covers
Ambitions as a rider, damn Pac I love ya
I was the hope for my small as town
Me and Jermaine Woods both trying to wear that crown
I’m a lost soul rapper, throwback rapper
Mickey Mantle in the steroid era in the rafters
Tell me what the f#ck happened, we the OG fan base
Dollar in the fist, made a pound out of a handshake
f#ck a text message, I phone sex my women still
My two cents…this new sh#t don’t fit the bill
What you know about that east west beef player?
Lost half our idols when we was just teenagers
That’s a hard knock life, we had to start flossing
Never knew that bling bling sh#t would be chart topping
70s babies, or maybe early 80s
Nineties came around and that’s when momma raised me
Tell me what I gotta do to be king
For years I done hustled and just tried to do my thing
Ain’t nothing coming easy, but V the game needs you
Gotta rise now, no time for broken dreamers
What did rap do to me?
Filled me with visions, all the cars and the women, this can’t be life is it?
Hey man, see I blame my brother Shayman
He gave me a microphone and I couldn’t say nay man
Had a lot of dreams but I wished I had a game plan
Put it all together and I could have had fame man
I was from the era of selling albums out the trunk
When you hit the parking lot, you had to hit them with the funk
My sister showed me my first Ipod at 25
I left it on the dresser, missed that Nakamichi pressure
Knew this new sh#t couldn’t measure to that old sh#t, oh sh#t
I been out here since the beginning, ya boy is so focused
Survived the hardest cyphers, longevity’s the nick name
Now a rapper any cat with a Mac and a mixtape
To be real, don’t say that I’m hating on you youngn’s
This is just tough love, and I’m waiting for you f#ckers, like growl
I didn’t build this house of hip hop
I tore the walls down
How many rappers in this b#tch
Do I gotta call out?
Got names like rolodex
Shoot them through their solar plexus
Can’t let the legends die with no love or no respect
I’m the ghost of hip hop, haunting m#th*rf#ck*rs’ dreams
They can feel that slight chill, every time I run the streets
Young V, Varun, its the name rappers can’t say
Still be the type that would steal your f#cking fanbase
Even brand name artists asking for a bargain
Let careers survive? In return I never harm them
Pardon dudes like the judge, jury and executioner
Call me Roger Goodell, I send you to your funeral
Beautiful, my paintbrush will paint the town red
Sitting on the throne, like who the f#ck crowned him?
They always looking for a way to box you in, Indian with the moccasins
I’m a broken dreamer
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From the album:
Broken Dreamer [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021