Bleu
Fieldy's Dreams Lyrics

Think you got it bad in your neighborhood, sucks,
The singer is inviting the listener to see his neighborhood as equally bad or worse, and implying that it's not so easy to judge others

Come to my hood, it's just as fucked,
The singer is emphasizing the negative aspects of his own neighborhood and challenging the listener to see beyond their own experiences

Million dollar homes on every single block,
Despite the outward signs of wealth, the neighborhood is still deeply troubled

The bigger the house, the bigger the rock,
The more money people have, the more they invest in drugs and other harmful habits

So corrupt and fucked, kids trying to stab their dad,
The environment is so bad that even children resort to violence as a way of coping

For beating on the kids, it's fucking sad,
The dad is abusive, which makes the situation even worse

Women trying to plot to kill their husband,
The women in the neighborhood are also desperate and resorting to extreme measures

It's just fifty grand, fifty grand
The reference to a specific amount of money underscores the sense of desperation

Your pop's is dead, and your mom says,
The artist is recounting a traumatic experience

Here's my new man ,his name is Sam,
The mother is moving on quickly, which seems cold and uncaring to the artist

Daddy died yesterday man, what the fuck, damn,
The emotional trauma of losing a parent at a young age is overwhelming

One day kid, you'll understand,
The artist is resigned to the fact that the listener will eventually experience similar hardships

So I ran and I ran and I ran, is there hope?
The singer is desperate for a way out of the bleak situation

Nope, but there's dope, I hope you understand
The only way to escape is through drugs, which is a bleak realization

It's corrupt as fuck in this neighborhood,
The singer repeats this refrain, driving home the point that things are really bad

It sucks, just need a little love
Despite everything, the artist has not given up on the idea of love and connection

(twisted and demented, nit picking bitching,
The artist is frustrated with people who judge his situation without understanding it

Ninnies insisting, to witness my business,
The people who are judgmental are often more interested in gossip than in really helping

Talk about bitches, fucking for riches,
The singer is exposing the hypocrisy of those who are judging him

Daddy's never home, got to pay these expenses,
The artist is explaining why he has to go it alone

Got to handle my business, get on my shit list,
The artist needs to be tough and independent in order to survive

Mommies never home, believe me I lived this,
The artist is drawing on personal experience to make a point about why he is tough

I'm all alone, no love comes with riches,
The singer is pointing out that wealth does not bring happiness

Fuck a big home, no one should live this)
The artist is challenging the idea that having a big home is a desirable thing

I came back home, from running away,
The singer is recounting a time when he tried to escape the neighborhood

There's Sam, with some bitch named Fay,
The mother has moved on with a new man and the singer is not happy about it

Where's my mom at, your mom got caught for killing your pops,
The singer is recounting a shocking revelation about his mother

By the way kid, this is your aunt Fay,
The artist is adding another layer of complication to the story

And you wonder why I'm in trouble everyday,
The artist is pointing out that his life is full of drama and conflict

Beaten on little kids, punking class,
The father's abusive behavior is still affecting the singer

Selling drugs, getting paid (getting paid)
The singer has turned to selling drugs as a way of making money

So I dropped out of school, and met this 5 kids,
The artist has given up on traditional avenues to success and has turned to a life of crime

On my block, they were really cool (really cool),
The artist has found a sense of belonging with these other kids who are also involved in crime

Just as fucked up as me, and corrupt you see,
The artist feels less alone in his troubled neighborhood

Everyone eat a dick, this is our gangsta click,
The singer is proud of his affiliation with this group, which he sees as a form of protection

Just need a little love, not your money spent
The artist is again emphasizing that love and human connection are what he really wants, not material possessions

I was stabbing and killing, and robbing and willing,
The singer is admitting to some of the violent crimes he has committed

Rebelling and stealing, and selling and dealing,
The singer is painting a picture of a rebellious life of crime

Were like your worst fuckin villains, trying to hide out feelings,
The singer is highlighting the fact that those involved in crime often have deep emotional pain

We just need a little love, to stop all this killing
The artist is hopeful that love could be the solution to the problems in the neighborhood