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Freedom N Acro - Dream Catchers lyrics

Chorus: The findings of a compromising group,
Analyzing different serums to inject into our
Youth, subjectively we're scaring all objectors to
The truth, and requesting that your mind is a tool
You'll finally use.

Verse 1: When I think about my time, my life, my
Love, my loss, my prime my state of mind, hiphop
Becomes a gesture a quest for a complex and
Complicated mind like a professor. We're armed
With blueprints, schematics, common sense, and a
Few bad habits. I take the pen in the hulk grip,
Twist my mind for a mental pic, snapshot of last
Taught or last fought. My mind I beseech,
Remember always teach never preach. Seek peace
In the streets, seek one to be complete, don't be
Shun by mere defeat, we have won when we're
Unique and the love will finally speak. We could
Say fly away, we could say to live life day to day, or
Skip praise, or some of that other shit your mind
Makes, eventually you'll see that time takes a new
Face but for rhymes sake we'll call it fate.

Chorus: The findings of a compromising group,
Analyzing different serums to inject into our
Youth, subjectively we're scaring all objectors to
The truth, and requesting that your mind is a tool
You'll finally use.

Verse 2:When I feel I have a moment I just take a
Breath of air then I hold it in my lungs til I no
Longer care. I see the moment, take a hold of it,
Embolden it with the words that I spit cuz I'm one
With it and not afraid to admit what I know is legit
In my brain. Since we're one and the same, there's
No reason to complain; separation's a game that
Simply can't maintain the Everything so I throw it
Away. As above, so below, so the say, but I'd like to
Change this saying, if I may, to as within, so
Without! If you find you have a drought of
Happiness then you're problem lies in doubt about
Your "bliss," and so the point of all this is lost in
Clenched fists. The reason nothing makes sense:
Cuz you're so fucking pissed it's got your mind all
Dense, getting on the defense, not taking the
Hints.....

Chorus: The findings of a compromising group,
Analyzing different serums to inject into our
Youth, subjectively we're scaring all objectors to
The truth, and requesting that your mind is a tool
You'll finally use.

Verse 3: I soak up my world like a solar ray,
Displayed like the second page of dusty faith, the
Interpretation, our minds miscreation, there's no
Communication, in our sovereign nation. We're self
Taught millionaires, the free thought currency
Pays the bills, originated from a space now
Renovated, lies were fabricated, things
Exaggerated, so we regulated, and life was created.
Have some wit stray to a land far and away. You
Can bargain and play, skip the seventh day and
Mix a beat with some intricate wordplay, just an
Average Thursday. Elaborate schemes nurture
Passion and dreams, accomplishments of life well
Spent, work with well intent, knowledge
Imminent, and loss irrelevant.

Outro:The hidings of a tantalizing few,
Catalyzing the demise
Of the shit you thought you knew.
Objectively, they're hectically
Infecting every crew
And creating knowledge hating
Little spoofs of you...