DRUGS, GUNS, AND MONEY
(A Dream)

I dreamed I was on the run
Chased by men – one had a gun
I'm not sure how it began
I recall I ran and ran

In my house the smell of fear
"Everyone – get out of here"
Saw my brother look at me
Is this who I used to be?

Drugs and money – sabotage
Stolen goods in a garage
Bad men want a piece of me
Only you could set me free

But I had to find you fast
I knew we would never last
In the place, I chose to hide
Cold and empty, dark inside

Drugs and money... one more toke
They're not playing – they don't joke
Still I try to hide the weed
In the end, I must concede

Everything goes up in smoke
I remember words you spoke
You will live to rue this day
These are men who do not play

Bad men tried to do me in
I can't stop it – I begin
To escape – I'm on a bike
Tell those men to take a hike

They approach as I escape
In their eyes a look of rape
Then I spy the CIA
Maybe they will save the day

Gunshots pierce the autumn air
I try to get out of there
Then I see your face float by
One of us will surely die

And I know it can't be you
So I know what I must do
So I turn. I grab a gun
I wake up – my dream is done

In my bed, I don't feel well
It is raining – I can tell
I must watch my back to day
As my dream just floats away