[Chorus]
When your dreams are broken pieces
The world can be a cold and cruel place
[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
Speaking loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud
Skinny waist, fat ass, pretty face, evil mouth
Hollywood, partied with fake thugs, posers, and coke-heads
Her uncle was the ex-drummer from Guns N' Roses
Met her over Joey Silvera's house, a party girl
She was 19 and happy that her parents finally let her out
Three abortions, two from the same boyfriend
The third one during an orgy, might have been Sean Penn's
Yeah, I put it in her mouth once and we remained friends
Seen her out at the clubs now and again, the same shit
The same sneaky crowd, same cocaine, same tits
Same dreams about becoming a star and making the flicks
Played a hooker on Entourage, swore she made it
Made friends with the wrong crowd, got played quick
Took the first sniff of that gray shit then ate dick
Dummy ate her first syringe was never the same since, listen
[Chorus]
When your dreams are broken pieces
The world can be a cold and cruel place
When your dreams are broken pieces
The world can be a cold and cruel place
[Verse 2: Jeru The Damaja]
Check it out, he a self proclaimed thug but the kid could rap
His idol was 2Pac, he always wanted to act
Portrayed a thug on the silver screen
Showed Hollywood the block
Just had the rock, just one last scheme
With this move he financed a demo
Planned to vic a spot
They mixed coke with other chemicals
His team the neighborhood criminals
I guess they missed the truth about birds of a feather and fools
Tools cocked, this the thick part of the plot
Nobody move but motherfuckers still get shot
Grab the shit and head back to the block
He ain't know a witness seen him come and go
From both the rooftops
First, they murked his moms and his pops
Then his girl and her seed
Slit her throat then filled the kid with shots
Paramedics did what they could
R.I.P., another mural on a wall in the hood
[Chorus]
When your dreams are broken pieces
The world can be a cold and cruel place
When your dreams are broken pieces
The world can be a cold and cruel place
[Verse 3: Slaine]
When you were younger, under your bed there was a monster
Between your legs where he wants it, he haunts you
Still to this day, you got little to say
'Bout the nightmares you kept that had you widdled away
There's a little girl, a victim who's a diddler's prey
But you shut up, now you grown up, all fucked up
Shame tucked slipping through your heart
Nowadays the same stuff's ripping you apart
You're 26, trying to get rich quick
High heels, lipstick, sliding down poles
They don't call you Miss now, they call you "this bitch"
That bitch, bend over backwards
Throw a dollar at you and that's it
You've been bruised and scraped, abused and raped
And so drained from cocaine and dudes and snakes
If somebody had to walk a day inside your shoes they'd shake
It's like you never had a chance to choose your fate, wait
[Chorus]
When your dreams are broken pieces
The world can be a cold and cruel place
When your dreams are broken pieces
The world can be a cold and cruel place
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