Dream Killa -

Lyrics:

© rootshell
from the top the bottom
sixteen bullet holes when they shot him
and what might have been
it changes with the color of your skin

and it's too routine
when you kill the dream
of a hooded teen
in your light-skinned neighborhood

click-pow!

i'mma give it to you raw
no spit, no quit, when you're messing with the law
you put your life in the hands of another
with a knee on your neck
gotcha screaming for your mother

dream killa's
with the quick amnesia
weight so heavy like ali frazier
your hands in the air, let me hear ya
dream killa's we will reveal ya