When they told about the dream,
It was a capitol offense.
It seemed to make a lot of sense.
The more we learned the less intense.


There is something ‘bout the dream,
That’s not the same when I’m awake.
I don’t know how much I can take,
Before those bastards make me break.


So, when you hear about the dream,
It will all add up precise.
We all get an equal slice,
But, not without a sacrifice.

The Dream

words and music by Don Semco and Alan Brock 1996