And I brought, and I brought, and I brought dreams, dreams, dreamsAnd I brought you all my dreams, cause I love you, I love you, I love you, I love youI woke up out that coma 2001, about the same time Dre dropped 2001Three years later the album is done, Aftermath presents nigga with a attitude, volume oneRap critics politicking, wanna know the outcome, ready to die, reasonable doubt and doggy style in oneI feel like Pac after the Snoop Dogg trial was done, Dre behind that G-Series and all eyes on meI watched the death of a dynasty, so I told Vibe magazine, working with Dr. Dre was aI had visions of making a classic, then my world turned black, like I was staring out of Stevie Wonder's glassesIt's kinda hard to imagine, like Kanye West, coming back from a fatal accident to beat making and rappingBut, we the future, Whitney Houston told me that it's gonna take more than a bullet in the heart to hold me backBlending the ink from my pen bleed, cause Long Luke the King had her, Aaliyah had her, left eye had herSo I reached out to Kanye and brought you all my dreams, cause I love you, I love you, I love you, I love youI had dreams of *** a R&B bitch like Maya, when I saw that ass on the front of that KingRead the article in the magazine, she loved gangsters, loved nasty thingsSo I'm in the glass house, having nasty dreams, good girls never give it upBut anything is possible, if 50 *** Vivica, hurdle life's obstacles, found my way through the mazeThen joy turned to pain, like Frankie Beverly and Mays, used to dream of being unsigned hypeTill I was crushed by Dave Mays, almost let my pen fall asleep on the pageDaydreaming yesterday, dozing off backstage, I thought I saw Eazy talking to Jam Master JSo I walked over, heard Jam Master say, it's a hard knock life, then you pass awayThey say sleep is the cousin of death, so my eyes wide open, cause a dream is kin to your last breathRushing in this 40 ounce, letting the ink from my pen bleed, cause Juan Luther King had herAaliyah had her, left eye had her, so I reached out to KanyeI brought you all my dreams, cause I love you, I love you, I love you, I love youThe dream of Huey Newton, that's what I'm living throughThe dream of Eric Wright, that's what I'm giving youWho walked through the White House without a business suitCompton had Jerry Curl dripping on Ronald Reagan's shoesGave Michael in my demo, came here to pay my duesStarted off with Who Kid, then I start blazing ClueIt was all a dream, like Big said it beDon't sleep on me homie, I bring nightmares to realityRap phenomenon, defying the rules of gravityStudied all the classics, start revising my strategyCause Marshall Mathers made it, Curtis Jackson made itHead in the clouds wondering where the hell Marvin Gate wentHow do I say this, I'm living for my sonBut I can't figure out why I'm at my temple with this gunWake up to a Jesus piece like a Catholic nunThe war to be a rap legend has just begunRushing in this 40 ounce, letting the ink from my pen bleed, cause Juan Luther King had herAaliyah had her, left eye had her, so I reached out to KanyeThis song is dedicated to Yotunde PriceThe sister of Venus and Serena Williams who was slain during a gang shootout in ComptonSunday, September 14th, 2003Rest in peaceI was a little too young