SONG: "I HAVE A DREAM"
Common feat Will.I.Am
Common feat Will.I.Am
OBS: This song was part of the soundtrack of the movie "Freedom Writers".
[Chorus]
(I am happy, I am, I am happy... I Have a Dream!) I
got a Dream
(That One Day) We gonna work it out out out
(That One Day) We gonna work it out out out
(That One Day) We gonna work it out
(I Have a Dream) I got a Dream
(That One Day) We gonna work it out out out
(That One Day) We gonna work it out out out
(That One Day) We gonna work it out
(I Have a Dream) I got a Dream
(That One Day) That one day
(That One Day) I'mma look deep within myself
(I Have a Dream) I gotta find a way...
My Dream Is To Be Free
My Dream Is To Be
My Dream Is To Be
My Dream Is To Be Free
(That One Day) We gonna work it out out out
(That One Day) We gonna work it out out out
(That One Day) We gonna work it out
(I Have a Dream) I got a Dream
(That One Day) We gonna work it out out out
(That One Day) We gonna work it out out out
(That One Day) We gonna work it out
(I Have a Dream) I got a Dream
(That One Day) That one day
(That One Day) I'mma look deep within myself
(I Have a Dream) I gotta find a way...
My Dream Is To Be Free
My Dream Is To Be
My Dream Is To Be
My Dream Is To Be Free
[Verse 1 - Common]
In search of brighter days, I ride through the maze of the madness
Struggle is my address, where pain and crack lives
Gunshots comin' from sounds of blackness
Given this game with no time to practice
Born on a black list, told I'm below average
A life with no cabbage
That's no money if you from where I'm from
Funny, I just want some of your sun
Dark clouds seem to follow me
Alcohol that my pops swallowed bottled me
No apology, I walk with a boulder on my shoulder
It's a cold war - I'm a colder soldier
Hold the same fight that made Martin Luther the king
I ain't usin' it for the right thing
In between lean and the fiends, hustle and the schemes
I put together pieces of a dream
I still have one
Struggle is my address, where pain and crack lives
Gunshots comin' from sounds of blackness
Given this game with no time to practice
Born on a black list, told I'm below average
A life with no cabbage
That's no money if you from where I'm from
Funny, I just want some of your sun
Dark clouds seem to follow me
Alcohol that my pops swallowed bottled me
No apology, I walk with a boulder on my shoulder
It's a cold war - I'm a colder soldier
Hold the same fight that made Martin Luther the king
I ain't usin' it for the right thing
In between lean and the fiends, hustle and the schemes
I put together pieces of a dream
I still have one
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Common]
The world's seen me lookin' in the mirror
Images of me, gettin' much clearer
"Dear Self," I wrote a letter just to better my soul
If I don't express it then forever I'll hold, inside
I'm from a side where we out of control
Rap music in the hood played a fatherly role
My story like yours, yo it gotta be told
Tryna make it from a gangsta to a godlier role
Read scrolls and stow slaves
And Jewish people in cold cage
Hate has no color or age, flip the page
Now my race became freedom
Writin' dreams in the dark, they far but I can see'em
I believe in Heaven more than Hell
Blessings more than jail
In the ghetto let love prevail
With a story to tell, my eyes see the glory and well
The world waitin' for me to yell "I have a dream!"
The world's seen me lookin' in the mirror
Images of me, gettin' much clearer
"Dear Self," I wrote a letter just to better my soul
If I don't express it then forever I'll hold, inside
I'm from a side where we out of control
Rap music in the hood played a fatherly role
My story like yours, yo it gotta be told
Tryna make it from a gangsta to a godlier role
Read scrolls and stow slaves
And Jewish people in cold cage
Hate has no color or age, flip the page
Now my race became freedom
Writin' dreams in the dark, they far but I can see'em
I believe in Heaven more than Hell
Blessings more than jail
In the ghetto let love prevail
With a story to tell, my eyes see the glory and well
The world waitin' for me to yell "I have a dream!"
[Chorus]
GLOSSARY
I'mma = I’m going to
Gonna = are going to
Gotta = have to
lean and the fiends = drugs and the addicts
cabbage = money
pops = parents
boulder = large rounded rock
hustle and the schemes = a dishonest plan for
making money and the plans also
Tryna = trying to
see'em = see them (the dreams)