A Beautiful Nightmare

I'm tired, what a great day and an even better night, I'm falling asleep before I can even turn of my lights. I remember it clearly, I'm in a room of wealth aphrodisiac, a diamond river flowing into a emerald creek, a platinum umbrella to shield me from a dripping gold leak. Am I asleep, is this a dream? Just then, basketball court, its me against the great ones, but I'm great two, so shouldn't we be on the same team? My dream changes, I think I'm in a bathroom getting fresh, club night? Not even hardly, I'm headed to the Playboy mansion so I can party. I feel like superman, no-one can harm me, the truth is, I'm almost a hero, call me Chris Farley. "I'm surrounded at every angle by angels, you can call me Charlie." I take another look and each girl just tried to rob me, knives in my back, shotgun to the arteries. I'm awake now, glass of water to try and calm me ................................. Went right back to sleep almost kinda soundly.                                        
                                                                                                                          I won't talk cause I'm sitting in a court room, my lawyer is a one man army, I call him a Praised Shark, your honor, my client may have been talking with those people but he stayed smart. I took the stand, your honor, I felt like my lights were on but my stage was dark, I had a caged heart, I tried to get away but found myself alone on a mountain after my days walk. Assaulted and beaten, a case of being in the wrong place. I find them guilty, 5 million dollars for your long wait. It's a arms race to cash the check, I'm thinking, what can I buy to learn that I wasn't taught yet. Is it wrong not to donate if you thought someone was gonna make a profit? I'm tryna get my cake up, buy a benz, a house and invite every girl that's beautiful without no make up, lay her down, already excited, my soldier is way up, hands fondling her bigger once A cups, she yells DADDY, DADDY, I'm going even harder as I stay tough, DADDY, DADDY..... I want breakfast, wake up............Wake Up? Eyes open, this can't be the words to the right song, as I look, its my son, OK, OK I'm up, turn the lights on.                                                                                                                                               Po3tic Just-is....         http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=127835977256222