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Dreams of A Slave

“Dreams of A Slave”

 

 

I ate good this particular night, afterwards I brushed my teeth.. I kissed my daughter on the cheek,
And I whispered…
“Daddy got you” very softly, then I crept away making sure not to cause her to wake…
The heat game had just gone off,

 

but I soon forgot the score, because at the time my mind was lost…

 

in the matrix of stardom…

 

Well, you see…. I was once told that; whatever that you think about before you close your eye lids in the midst of that long awaited and well needed slumber….
That’s what you will dream of…
Thing was…
This thought had become my everyday motivation to grind…
This thought was about that dotted line I had hoped to sign…
That shine I yearned to find. Those charts I planned to climb… all in due time…

 

Without notice I snoozed off…

 

Immediately I was in the office of a major record company… After exiting this fancy limo…
As I sat, I heard the exec. Say “Son we like your demo.
Just dumb it down a little mo’!”

 

lol really..!

 

Was my thought, but I came this far and fought, no way this deal gets lost…
I agreed with speed not realizing the greed that has taking place indeed…

 

That’s when he started to proceed…

 

“try to keep it street..
I know your sense of consciousness is unique..
But we’ve created a system that has worked for years and it targets your peers this is how you will eat…”

 

Suddenly my hunger started to die down

 

But I have worked so hard that I wanted to shine now…
That was my state of mind.
So I complied…
Time went on and my fame grew… #1 on the charts and 106 and park…
All from repetitive hooks and a few simple bars,
Boy it sure isn’t hard to be a star…

 

Hmmm…

 

Now I got fame but I feel strange…. It’s like there was a leash on my brain..
Righteous thoughts now came from a strain, yet I put my 7 months tour in place for the blame. But it was blain that I’ve gained…

 

Now my peers started telling me I’ve changed…

 

I guess I got blinded behind the chains big name..
Didn’t realize I was in chains, so lame…
I seen my record go platinum..
But I spent my advance…
I was starting to go backwards, now reaching with an open hand….

 

Now curiosity sets in…

 

Yet still I’m like fuck it…
I’m signed I’m not local any more..
But I’ve become a puppet…
All of my royalties went to lawyer fees..
After touching the hands of many…
But never touching mines, actually, I didn’t see a penny..
And the excuse I heard in these exact words were…”in this game your either a server or you’ll get served…”
Anger started to surge
But what can I do…
I done signed my life away being to anxious to lose..
Now another album dropped, but this project was a flop…
I tried cleaning my mess, but forgot 2 sweep before I mopped… and all of sudden my career was mudded.. Damn, how I get mutted when I supposed to be a big dawg….

 

I was fooled….

 

I was used… I was confused with nowhere to move I was backed in a corner and every time I tried to escape the chain got tighter… and tighter…
Mentally I felt like I’ve been whipped ass necked totally disrespected…

 

I hope this is a lesson to all who claim the lost dreams of fame…
Independence is the key
That’s how your thoughts will remain untouched and your mind will be free…

 

then I heard “daddy wake up”

 

wow..!

 

Dreams of A Slave…

 

 

A: Poetic Thought By: Marvel

 

 

“Dreams of A Slave” is a Poetic Thought by: Marvel Saffold © Copyright Marlevous Thoughts 2014, All Rights Reserved.

 

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