Dream (song)

I'm going blind! I can't see!
Is anyone there?Please Help Me!
I am drowning in here! Can anyone hear,
Me screaming from fear in here?
I toss and turn, feel the burn,
Of the red-hot fire on my flesh,
As it eats me to less and less,
Till I am just a red screaming mess.
I run out and I look at my skin, I see my blood,
And look at the ground turning to mud.
I see it turn black instead of brown,
And said, "i needa go back! I'm doing down!"
The brown taking me lower, lower under the earth,
Then shows me what happened after my birth.
It pulled me back in time where pain was my main,
Source of my educational gain. Back when abuse,
Was still in affect-still in use.

I never really knew who I was,
Still I dont know only because,
I never had anyone be my sis or bro,
And that was just how I had to grow.

In this chamber underground, it shows me,
What I am and what I wanted to be.
It told me I am a rapper, if it matters,
The adopted son of Eminem aka Mathers.
It told me that when I was young,
I wanted to do this. And this is what I sung.
I said, "What is this place?
It told, "Your future and what you'll face."
My response was, "But why race?"
"Why not let me live life at my own pace?"
Then I heard nothing and the scene switched,
To a place so betiful and en-riched,
With soft dirt, so soft it felt like grain,
Then comes a voice, "Be prepared for pain"
Before i could answer, he was gone,
And then I started to move on.
But then stop when I see a vision,
Of my life. I felt I needed to make a decision.
Either get sniped here or fight,
I chose fight, cause I knew I might,
Stand up for a while, or go down in style.

I never really knew who I was,
Still I dont know only because,
I never had anyone be my sis or bro,
And that was just how I had to grow.

Shaking in fear, I stand there,
In a quivering shake of a scare.
THUMP THUMP. I hear footsteps from behind,
And I quickly swing a rewind.
I'm loosing it! I lost my mind!
But I turn around just for one thing to find,
Two rows single file lined up perfect,
And the leader said," Son, you deserve it".
I turn and start to run away,
But after a minute they stopped to say,
"Where did he go? I told him to stay!
We need to capture him. That stray!"
I toss and turn, and feel the burn,
And when I felt pain, I learned,
That I really was getting burned.
By an arrow in my back,
And when i saw this, my vision went black.
I thought I was truely dead,
But then someone I remembered said,
Dustin, Dustin! Are you ok?
Why are you acting this way?

I'm going blind! I can't see!
Is anyone there?Please Help Me!
I am drowning in here! Can anyone hear,
Me screaming from fear in here?
I toss and turn, feel the burn,
Of the red-hot fire on my flesh,
As it eats me to less and less,
Till I am just a red screaming mess.
I run out and I look at my skin, I see my blood,
And look at the ground turning to mud.
I see it turn black instead of brown,
And said, "i needa go back! I'm doing down!"
The brown taking me lower, lower under the earth,
Then shows me what happened after my birth.
It pulled me back in time where pain was my main,
Source of my educational gain. Back when abuse,
Was still in affect-still in use.

I never really knew who I was,
Still I dont know only because,
I never had anyone be my sis or bro,
And that was just how I had to grow.

In this chamber underground, it shows me,
What I am and what I wanted to be.
It told me I am a rapper, if it matters,
The adopted son of Eminem aka Mathers.
It told me that when I was young,
I wanted to do this. And this is what I sung.
I said, "What is this place?
It told, "Your future and what you'll face."
My response was, "But why race?"
"Why not let me live life at my own pace?"
Then I heard nothing and the scene switched,
To a place so betiful and en-riched,
With soft dirt, so soft it felt like grain,
Then comes a voice, "Be prepared for pain"
Before i could answer, he was gone,
And then I started to move on.
But then stop when I see a vision,
Of my life. I felt I needed to make a decision.
Either get sniped here or fight,
I chose fight, cause I knew I might,
Stand up for a while, or go down in style.

I never really knew who I was,
Till I woke. Only because,
As crazy as it may seem,
All that was my dream.

copywright (c)