Yeah Retro, man

I'm tired of all these people you know

Just following someone else's dream

Because they too scared to live they own dream

Blending in with the crowd, trying to do whatever they do

That's why I'm sending this one right here

To all you dream catchers out there


[Verse 1: Slow V]

Who would of thought a dream be consequential

Nowadays they convince you, its essential to ride off in the continental

Cover your bicuspids, shining wit your dentals

They thinking 24's the only way these girls a show they dimples

We living in the mental, losing the principal

Not every nigga who picks up the pencil kills the instrumental

And these the type of dudes you don't want to spit after

Good actors, intercept your message like a dispatcher

Spit back at you the same shit that you wrote

Too chicken to live their own lives, in spite, the cut your throat

I knew a kid, brilliant, Julian, but a chameleon

Absorb his atmosphere like a predator on the killing

A new boy on the block steady dealing, trying to fit in

Had a 3.0, but dropped it once he started dealing ha

O.G.-ing plus he Emcee-ing, did a concert and got bucked but some niggaz he feeding

Had a scholarship to play ball, but left it for his dawgs

And those were the same niggaz who wanted to see him fall

Now his body lying, witnesses viewing the crime and

His mother crying, like sirens just looking at her diamond


[Chorus:]

Simon says to do what you want

Do what you feel any thing that's real

Simon says to put your mind at work

Quit imitating start instating what you like at first

Simon says to be the first, don't copy the work

Satisfaction is a burst of fluid quenching your thirst

Be the first to be dead, fuck your dreams do what the last man did

But I ain't say Simon says


[Verse 2: Retrospect]

Yeah, I feel you Slow [spoken]


Her name is Stacy, a young woman caught up in the web

She's in the "hot" blonde trend with a lot of model friends

She can't even spell, spends her life worried 'bout her belt

With no awareness of self, trying to be somebody else

She's a follower she can't handle it 'cause life will swallow her

The only goal she has is being popular

College is out of the question a bulimic model

But for now let's call it a vomit investment

She's pawning her necklace

Stacy is real lost, and she probably won't be found

Her friends are telling her she's fat she only weighs 90 ponds

So she never eats, and because of that she never sleeps

She's a blind girl that sees, catching other people's dreams

This type of shit happens often, a person without a goal is with no purpose

So worthless, mo' purses, she's living life on a cold surface

Her heart's hurting searching for God's purpose

She never found it she found it hard to be the best

Always worried about her friends so she starved herself to death

Don't be a victim of the dream catcher syndrome

Live for a reason, stay driven and gain wisdom, word


[Chorus]