Artist: Solomon Wise f/ Killah Priest Album: Window to the Soul Song: My Dreams Typed by: DaSun Akbar (Priest talking) It's been a long time Solomon let's get 'em... [Solomon Wise] The story of life, the story that moves you Hold on tight to the melody that soothes is usual I looked through the eyes of man, woman, and child I couldn't find a good time and I ask why they don't smile? Find it hard to believe while we hardly communicate Strike up, talk to conversate Like sox as a young buck commonly relates We're in harm's way and in a frantic state Constantly made to look down As we allowed a world to go around While we walk on stolen grounds Unfold the truth it's the easy part But when the greedy start We don't see how easily they break her hearts Make her mock, take a stand I shake hands with a man who creates art By telling the children while they're killing I fill her mouth, as a son asks about guns Daughters get slaughtered in our slums Is there someone's fund that can protect us from police? 'Cause even the Beast prays on the weak Can't remember what it is to speak They can't remember what it is to be free It's deep thoughts in my sleep They keep me up all night with poor sighted of the innocent They said it's all right but we know it isn't I wanna live in an infinite world with love Where skies the limit, the limit that's in it is above (Chorus) Uncredited female singer I can't live a lie Sometimes in my mind Not scared from the time Sometimes I fly Sometimes I fly away Sometimes I cry Sometimes I cry at always Sometimes it rains And we're all just a sunshine away from a brighter day [Killah Priest] Fallen from grace, burnt wings, Angels pouring from space Upon our planet from the Lord's vase Hell catches us till I exodus out the modern Egypt I see an e-clipse; a man preaches America is 6-6-6 arithmetic May our feet not slip in the devil's grip Whose ghetto is this? I pray for every real cat in the grave Who got hit by a stray My own demons torture me, they tell me crude things Till I turn to a king, Priest Solomistic, linguistic Hieroglyphic pictures of all my niggas at the Last Supper Sipping on the killer, Solomon [Solomon Wise] In the mind state and the state of mind we in We only in it to win from beginning to end Backwards started from a poet with a pen A rhyme with a reason, a sign with a season, breathing Don't forget to breathe out, leave out the frustration For such a face shouldn't have impatience Such a lovely nation, ashamed the Government cuts our circulation I can see the hurting faces Traces of a false education, but instead of dictation I patiently wait for those to give their own shit of tasting No time for hating, sooner or later we wait for Savior Or you can save yourself now then save your neighbor Till that time do me a favor hold your composure Even though it seems major it's almost over Keep on moving on, the streets is thee genome We keep our believes so strong We keep on holding on We keep on moving on We keep on moving on We keep on moving on We keep on moving on (Chorus) Uncredited female singer x2 Sometimes I fly Sometimes I fly away Sometimes I cry Sometimes I cry at always Sometimes it rains And we're all just a sunshine away from a brighter day