Sunset Classics I

Woke up yawning out of my sleep Think I finished counting my sheep Moment of silence don't make a peep Shh Dreams still chasing still patient still waiting Still facing an ill nation it's still weighing On my shoulders world colder than ill patients My bros with me we feeling just like the real Wayans Placing smiles on the facing of all the white chicks Black man with a dream like you ain't seen nothing like this Making changes they're shaking faces just like this beat When it hits your speakers all in your Crown Vic Torias we glorious they want more of us I can picture it now All in the tour bus Cruising on a path to euphoria Dark shades like Morpheus I'm more than just A melanated organism with disorders in him Sipping on some water just so I can order wisdom From the fountain of youth the youthfulness euphemism Staying attached to my adolescence Weapons, lyrical Smith and Wesson Bullets fire backwards catch em Addressing all these matters at hand like I'm holding lettuce I wrote a letter Sent it off and it holds a message You'll never make a change unless you Follow your passion and that's real You'll never make a change unless you Face the masses and break bills A beautiful horizon that's a sunset classic kinda surreal But it feels so real It feels so real How do you feel