DESCRIPTION:
Track Produced by Brian Wood, Copyright 2011. Credit to beat goes to hala-X from Shadowville Productions @ Shadowville.com. This song is about how music is my drug and how I use music as an outlet to get unstuck and for creativity, music is my tree, and that's what this song is about. It is about a dream of being a star, even though the Hollywood lifestyle isn't for me, I still will always write and record for me. Lyrics...

Cruisin around town in my benz
When I hit stardom that's what I imagined
But do I really want to be a star I don't know if I wanna
make it happen
I just want to sit here and blaze and have dreams of me in a phantom
I want some one to count me when I'm in the sky
Makin my trademark as a star do or die
When I'm on the streets smokin to tranquilize
I feel the need to soothe my soul and watch
the mary jane unfold
What my outcome in my mind will be
Just let me kick back and light up this tree
Light up so you can see me in the clouds see me as a distant celebrity
See me with the all the passion and all of it's credibility
That comes to being that star so high up
When I light up it helps me to get unstuck
So people view you as their role model
But that won't happen when ya mind is on the streets full throttle


How can someone say they looked up to you
When you was out there smokin amongst the drive by fumes
You just fumigated and combusted
Blazed by the haze in yo bedroom
Ya only just dreamt of the beuty
Wonderin what ya roots came to be
Thought about the roots of the musicality
Music has come along way only for me
to just get takin away by the blaze to dream
to pave to heal the inflicted cancers
From Carolina on my mind lookin for the answers
Only to feel the euphoric feeling havin ya dreams shatter
But you just keep on blazin because that's what puts life together and that's what makes it all come to matter
Some dreams may never be
But if you keep dreamin enough the dreams will come willingly
Seemingly it all seems to make all things the impossibly
But when ya ghostin ya only ghostin the ghostly
Ya ain't causin harm and that's when life brings out the ghost in me



The sound of the gun smoke
The sound of ya soul takin a toke
Gettin caught up in the streets
What would ya rather have folks
If you could only have the choice
I rather just sit here with blunts to roll and be the voice
When I smoke ya on the microphone things don't seem as blunted
Holsters on ya side with the guns in it was all just a dream that had a horrific endin
And why did I even want to be in that benz cruisin
It's just a dream within a dream
When I just blazed my words and pictured that drive by scene
Than I pictured myself seein my face on the big screen
I only like the life sellin drugs was caught in it as an adolescent teen
When the money is on your mind when ya just want to shine through each sun's gleam
But I don't think I'll eva flow up that stream
because Hollywood ain't for me but music is still my tree