Poe Man Dreams lyrics

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KENDRICK LAMAR lyrics : "Poe Man Dreams"

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Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good

Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good


[Verse 1]
I used to want to see the penitentiary
Way after elementary

Thought it was cool to look the judge
In the face while he sentenced me
Since my uncles was institutionalized

My intuition has said I was suited for family ties
My mama is stressing, my daddy tired
I need me a weapon, these ^!$$%s ride

Every minute, hour and second. Ministers tried
To save me. How I'm gonna listen
When I don't even hear God?

Heaven or Hell, Base it all on my instincts
My hands dirty, you worried bout mud in your sink
You like to mistake a street ^!$$% for real ^!$$%

The same ^!$$% that killed with ya, squealed with ya
I deal with ya like my son
Stare at the sun and you'll be lookin

In my eyes homie. Stand for something
Or fall for anything, and you working
With two left feet at the skating rink

But anyway, this for my ^!$$%s
Uncles, 23 hours sending me pictures
I want you to know that I'm so determined

To blow, that you hear the music
I wrote, hope it get you off Death Row
You came home to a pocket full of stones

A Metro PC phone, then you went back in
So when I touch the pen, the Pen is in
My view. I'mma get it right, just so you:


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And I do this for the city
Got some Hennessey and my real

^!$$%s with me
$#[email protected] the police, they gonna have
To come and get me

If it feel good to you
Holler if you hear me


[Verse 2]
You like to mistake a street ^!$$%
For real ^!$$%. The same ^!$$%

That kill with ya squeal with ya
I'd like to start it out from the bottom
And build with ya

Be on my last dollar and split the bill
With ya. I'm 23 with morals and plans of livin' cordial
Not rich, but wealthy

There's nothing you can tell me
My killings are not remorseful
The city got my back, before that

I give them my torso
You think about it, and don't call me lyrical
Cause really I'm just a ^!$$% that's evil

And spiritual. I know some rappers
Using big words to make their similies curve
My simplest %#@! be more pivotal

I penetrate the hearts of good kids
And criminals. Worry some individuals
That live life critical

So won't you bare witness while I bare feet
So you can walk in my shoes and get to know me
But anyway, this for my pops

On his lunch break, eating in the parking lot
On 'Wanna Be Heard,' probably thought he worked my nerves
But really he was stressing me, getting

What I deserved. Somebody said my name on the radio
He ain't know I was ready for the world
That minute. So the next time he roll up
And drop grams in it, he'll probably be
Out of work, laid back, while he


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