Verse 1

The tax of the brackets - the faxes' in the axes - how now Texas-
for the lead on the turner- straight on burning them – like paper
the slayer - the yelling Bayer - you in the streets
- I'm trying fleet – that I don't
see and I don't need - for the pass of the yesterday – and the game play-
point one let it lay – you can find a better nigga
than me any fucking day - and that's
ok – the market on the grand larceny – the real niggas
role with me – holding your faculty – now you can run
from reality – close case bushes- some don't have an
understanding what words mean

Chorus:

I'm in a dream - I cant "reedeam" – every thing is
turning ugly – judge the books - the dirty look -where
you gotta read a book to judge somebody - and fuck
them – and don't trust them – judge the books

Verse 2:

In the new fix - that I could not pertain – you on
the undergraduate - trying to get
a grab shit – now in my atlas - for the "faggets" -
slang in the corner - where people like to judge you
by the cove r- and never judge you by a full book –
you shook – I hope I look up – they say keep your head
up - and fuck your head up - what I said – I remember
– crying in the county jail – you bitch ass niggas
better bail – with so much pressure on me - fuck a
GED - but skip school – now long "lessin's" – holding
on to blessings – what with that shit stressing- now
on the probation – you singing waiting – now it's getting ugly

Chorus:

I'm in a dream - I cant "reedeam" – every thing is
turning ugly – judge the books - the dirty look -where
you gotta read book to judge somebody - and fuck them
– and don't trust them – judge the books

Verse 3:

Now that I'm in the reality – of royalty – in the pasture
- hoping that I last long
you on the danger - in the corner- smoking drugs -
and talking on them – in my summer
for the mention – of the ghost – you just wrong – not
in the dungeon – now that it's bludgeoning – now you
can lay down – what's made up – I keep seeing shit
– you on some even shit – you gate get at me bitch
– not on negative – I got negative pictures - that's
not negative- and you can try the shit – the oven in
the miss - on the futuristic- and the lodges - and
the - Hurst's no remorse's - on the temperature- on
the canvass - excuse my manners- now the glamour- wont
be their- you care - but – sometimes I'm so fucked up that I don't care.

Chorus:

I'm in a dream - I cant "reedeam" – every thing is
turning ugly – judge the books- the dirty look -where
you gotta read book to judge somebody - and fuck them
– and don't trust them – judge the books

Verse 4:

Games ion balcony – the stack on the path of what I
used to be- now that I can tell
what with the angel – you the start "spranged" up –
you got your hands up – you just
stupid – but ain't nobody on you - you just fooling
– the fool moon – and you watered up –and the longitude-
and the respect that you really never even told the dude-
and I choose to be – what was missed – now girl give
me kiss- stop "judgeing" muthafuckas
by the fucking book- now in the ranges- on the strangest-
in the mangers- for the verse of life that I'm not
thirsty – you can reburse me—now on the picture
you just out on the Taliban – and I'm scared to loose
my life- I'm prob'ly lying – but something's not right.