In a Dream

(chorus)
 I'm wanderin free.just living in a dream.
 every day that goes by.is the same old thing
 (Verse 1)
 I push myself out of bed and wrestle with the clock
 every day this battle? s fought, snooze buttons a flop
 but today I win the struggle, with time to cuddle
 embrace my girl to keep my mind outta trouble
 hear the bubble of the bong envelope the smoke
 clear the bowl take a toke leaving me in a choke
 ? ring? your a joke! all in my ear through the phone
 that's my OTHER girl, the one that hates when I'm stoned
 so I'm torn but I know where my heart is
 but the temptress's so inventive when I spark it
 seducin me with her words in different ways I never heard
 the pipe or the girl. which one do I prefer?
 Thinking too much, I need to get my ass to school
 always late to class in fact barely getting through
 grades are slippin, minds flippin on me
 thinking crazy thoughts man it's like a dream
 (chorus)
 I'm wanderin free.just living in a dream.
 every day that goes by.is the same old thing
 (Verse 2)
 so now I'm on the shame train bus 23
 thinkin bout friends, foes and family
 like how my best friend was family to me
 till making friends with the foe to become my enemy
 but see, times weren't always ugly like that
 from first girl kiss to thrown fist he had my back
 until his train of thought got derailed off track
 by that rock known as crack placed in his path
 but how could I tell? he played it off real well
 smooth talker with the ladies who made his stories gel
 in and out of jail with babies on the way
 kicked out of his crib, so with me I let him stay
 loaning him cash for rainy days and entertainment
 but at that rate, sun rays came like his payments
 in fact, his payback robbing the crib like R. Kelly
 money taken from me, like he was not guilty
 and never found exit only his next hit
 his will power had biceps but couldn't flex it
 now he's in prison forgiven I won't forget
 our youth and how surreal this life can get...
 (chorus)
 I'm wanderin free.just living in a dream.
 every day that goes by.is the same old thing
 (Verse 3)
 yo my exit's here, i hit the bell for the bus stop
 still in a zone, herb does that when you must talk
 my girls waiting, arms folded with that look
 the look that makes me want to go to sleep or read text books
 man what do I tell her, I know who I'd choose
 but before my lips could move, she leaves me confused
 off in the distance, she's shrinking from view
 but I guess that's the truth on this path I pursue
 where focus is gone, smoking every night
 choking from bongs, blunts, pipes, and this life
 I need to make things right I wanna feel what's real
 cause livin? in a dream got my purpose concealed
 so I gaze at my classmates, running with backpacks
 rushing like they cared so much what if I had that?
 I ask that as I pick up me feet
 showered by sunrays but wandering free
 and blend into the scene where things aint what they seem
 into a scene where things ain't what they seem
 searching for a moment of clarity?
 it's like I'm living in a dream.