sometimes the cathartic ways of my slumber
invade the way that i walk this earth,
this morning i felt a cold trigger sit on
my warm *** as i moved 400 ks of coke in two hours

you said we should ban guns in dreams,
i said psyches deserve safe rest

the truth is that i liked being a boss
the feeling of that pistol in my hand was strange,
but the weight of a life seemed even more stagnant
as i laid there and lost myself in the life of a dealer

rest will never truly be rest for me,
but i have the luxury of dreams that will never die