[The Game]
I woke up out that coma two thousand and one
'Bout the same time Dre dropped "2001"
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents "Nigga Witta Attitude, Volume One"
Rap critics politicking, want to know the outcome
"Ready to Die" "Reasonable Doubt" and "Doggystyle" in one
I feel like 'Pac after the Snoop Dogg trial was done
Dre behind that G series and "All Eyez on Me"
I watched the death of a dynasty, so I told Vibe Magazine
Working with Dr. Dre was a {dream}
I had visions of making a classic, then my world turned black
Like I was staring out of Stevie Wonders glasses
It's kinda hard to imagine, like Kanye West
Coming back from his fatal accident to beat-making and rapping
But, we the future, Whitney Houston told me that
And it's goin' take more than a bullet in the heart to hold me back

[Chorus: The Game]
Russian and this 40 ounce, letting the ink from my pen bleed
Cause Martin Luther King had a {dream}
Aaliyah had a {dream} Left Eye had a {dream}
So I reached out to Kanye and {I brought you all my dreams}
{Cause I love you, I love you, I love you}
{I-high love you}

[The Game]
I had dreams, of fucking, a R&B bitch like Mya
When I saw that ass on the front of that King
Read the article in the magazine, she loved gangsters, loved nasty things
So I'm in the glass house having nasty dreams
Good girls never give it up
But anything is possible, if 50 fucked Vivica
Hurdled life's obstacles, found my way through the maze
Then joy turned to pain like Frankie Beverly and Maze
Used to dream of being "Unsigned Hype", 'til I was crushed by Dave Mays
Almost let my pen fall asleep on the page
Daydreaming yesterday, dozing off backstage
I thought I saw Eazy talking to Jam Master Jay
So I walked over, heard Jam Master say
"It's a hard knock life, then you pass away"
They say sleep is the cousin of death, so my eyes wide open
Cause a dream is kin to your last breath

[Chorus]

[The Game]
The dream of Huey Newton that's what I'm living through
The dream of Eric Wright, that's what I'm giving you
Who walked through the White House without a business suit
Compton had jheri curl dripping on Ronald Reagan's shoes
Gave Mike Lem my demo, came here to pay my dues
Started off with Whoo Kid, then I start blazing Clue
It was all a dream like Big said it'd be
Don't sleep on me homey, I bring nightmares to reality
Rap phenomenon, defying the rules of gravity
Studied all the classics, start revising my strategy
Cause Marshall Mathers made it, Curtis Jackson made it
Head in the clouds, wondering where the hell Marvin Gaye went
How do I say this, I'm living for my son
But I can't figure out, why I'm at my temple with this gun
Wake up to a Jesus piece like a catholic nun
The war to be a rap legend, has just begun

[Chorus]

[The Game]
This song is dedicated to Yetunde Price
The sister of Venus and Serena Williams
Who was slain during a gang shootout in Compton
Sunday, September 14th, 2003, rest in peace

{I brought you all my dreams}
{Cause I love you, I love you, I love you}
{I-high love you}

Writer : SCHMIDT, MARTIN
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.