THE DREAM CHRONICLES PART ONE: It was all.... a dream?

Intro:

OMG…it felt so REAAAALL…but it really wasn’t ..was it ? Although I felt every pain,  saw every stain …

it was some seriously trippy stuff man, im telling you, every detail was outlined , specific to a timeline, at the same time out of nowhere came these words, these lyrics ..i guess??…I swear to you I wasnt high….and I dreamed about this girl…but I swear to you she wasnt me….but i gotta tell you….before It goes away :

My Dream:

Last night I dreamt the streets were nothin but fucking Gory,  
scraping nickles and dimes together to make a story.
Out of that , I guess, is climbing out my lyrical Glory.
Not tryna make a scene, but I feel this is necessary
putting Pen to paper, before it slips out barely.
The key to this story is that it isn’t actually mine,
Just something I dreamed of, plz keep that in mind.
There was this girl you see, coming in clear as day,
pockets in deep, but her feelings at bay.
Her wisdom was the grounds  for her survival,
hoping to find the means for her arrival.
But the truth is, she was in denial,
riding out the same cycle while her team played spiteful.
cuz she knew, yea she knew ….she knew was being played,
but  she was in denial…saaaad aint it ?….
but she thought she was baaaad…tainted.
reppin always and forever B-L-O-O-D for life,
didn’t know what that meant,  just felt obliged.
collecting change in pockets ,
thieving and robbing like buckets
crunching up those digits
to fidget away the non-existent budgets
So I guess she hustled hard eh?
she was told thats how you lock it…


QUOTE AS MUCH I CAN FROM MEMORY OF THE DREAM:

 Groupmate:`This is how you hustle hard my nigga…broski, to survive to make money…. FEEL NO SHAME, FEEL NO EMBRASSMENT…YOU’RE JUST HUSTLIN…..you are my sis, my bro…we are famz…famz for life…ahahah…ehhh? This is what happens when you are a true blood ayyyttte?,
Her: “…I guess
Groupmate: ” accept just accept”

That was just the beginning, surely not the end,
one hour later, randoms become your friend,
one more hour enemies become your soulmate
protecting your man as the feds try to locate.
being told that her money wont be sold,
in fact controlled sensibly and carefully
invested for survival so yall can one day be delightful,
but you were hitting up your so called wifey
disregarding life acting all shades of shifty.
and your wifey?
holding her close, establishing the title: sister
behind her back, accusing her of hitting on you, mister
but, you see the mister, well really technically thats your call,
but I can guarantee that there’s no proof of one or more balls.
she took the blame for all of your bullshit,
blaming her for all the times you messed up shit.
admit it,  she was your mule,
someone you could hammer like a tool
Time for her to act grown too,
Girl made her bed, and even didnt get to lie on it ,
In fact she made it so that she became a hypocrite

For now, this is the end of it.

Her reality  soon became unhinged,                                            
but it was her choices that made others cringe                                      
To say she was led on, bled on,                                                  
was the justification for her actions,                                                                  
the validation for her angst,                                                              
is bullshit, this is NOT an excuse, just a story                                         It is all just but a dream….or so it seems...

This is part ONE to the DREAM CHRONICLES:

THESE ARE THE CONFESSIONS OF THE SILVERSOUL: KidRenegade right at ya .                                                              

Remember one more thing: ITS THE PRINCIPLE OF THE MATTER