Reflectionmusicgroup's video: The Chase - YP AKA Young Paul Original Video

Connect with YP - https://rmglinks.com/thechase The Chase is describing nightmares we sometimes have in our sleep that wind up being snapshots of our lives. Realizing that what’s happening in the physical is a manifestation of what’s happening in the spiritual. LYRICS Sweat coming down my face running from this place/ where the monsters lay all they prey looking like a haunted cave/ in my dream saw this demon face he looked at me wit rage every night it feels like I am being chased/ in this place the doors are shut I’m pounding on these doors feeling stuck got me going nuts/ man it sucks this hell or what/ this place worse than gang land where the goonies make the medal bust/ all alone in a cell wit cuffs/ so I yell and fuss like a bullied kid on the yellow bus/ I’m asleep can someone wake me/ this nightmare be too raw For adults never mind a baby/ in my cradle got me going crazy/ man these dreams are so vivid I remembered cuz it happened daily/ I woke up and saw a cross on my wall/ and no lie it started spinning jaw dropped to the floor/ ugh guess it’s true man I’m cursed from the womb I feel the demons all around me when they lurk through the room/ wanna write & vent about it so I turn to the tunes/ and cook dope like a fean when he burning the spoon/ ugh blazing beats/ like summer we stay wit heat/ in this song I describe how demons be chasing me/ how to escape the beast If feed him he breaks the leash/ filling my vacancy it’s bitter but tasted sweet/ dam I keep running to this hellish dungeon felt the evil all around me plus the smell was pungent/ felt slumped & drunken like a spell or something then I seen these dudes wearing red and the shells were busting/ I kept running I can’t front I was mad scared/ dodging the bullets and all the traps there/ it got more bugged when I seen my man Mac there wit a blank stare it was mad rare/ I kept running then I notice something/ all these scenes in these dreams started happening in real life/ I got stabbed by a real knife/ I got poked in my back by my lungs in a real fight/ seen this dude slashing my mans face but I couldn’t put him down he was tweaking off mad yay/ I cracked him in his jaw saw him stumble & fall/ but then he got right back up to rumble & brawl/ Machetes and all can’t front this dude was rugged/ fore he poked me in my back he almost poked me in my stomach/ felt the blood gushing from the coldness of the cutting/ we all started running when we heard the police coming/ moral of the dream I seen keep it a bean/ this war not wit humans but these devious beings/ bugging how death came I felt it a flesh pain/ I pray I perfect aim cuz life’s like a death game/