Triple Beams Dreams

[Intro: Francis Bacon]

Francis Bacon: "[?] studio, it would be absolutely impossible for me."

Interviewer: "Why do you think that is?"

Francis Bacon: "Uh, no idea, chaos for me, breeds images."

[Verse 1]

Should've told a lie, but I'd rather keep it real

I be to rap what key be to lock

He whip the paint, like he beat the pot

She quick to faint, and he eat the box

He seek the bank [?]

My name [?] see, he's in the lot

Love me or not, I'll bleed out the block

Coulda re-rocked the rocks still with me or not

[Chorus]

But what it all really mean?

Going through hell fall asleep off a bean

The light everybody fiends

What they really want from a nigga like me

Couldn't relate to my peers

Now they all asking how can I see

You ain't got it like me

Thinkin' bout my dad, having triple beams dreams

[Verse 2]

Days I ain't eat, quit the theatrics

You know why I'm here, thats my baby pediatrics

Pedal to the metal, hands blacker than a blacksmith's

Just blew a backwood, just because I'm past this

Hysterical laughter, grew up 'round Casper

Broken homes, so you strong, hood'll leave you shattered

Everybody trappin', thought I was trapped in

All I know is how to break it down when the bag in

[Chorus]

But what it all really mean?

Going through hell fall asleep off a bean

The light everybody fiends

What they really want from a nigga like me

Couldn't relate to my peers

Now they all asking how can I see

You ain't got it like me

Thinkin' bout my dad, having triple beams dreams