Lyrics:
tryin' to get by
In this city tonight
Because I know it's right, yeah
One day you will all wake up
From the American dream
American dream
Late
A Southern Beauty Queen
At The Hoedown When We Were Teens
Cheerleader Captain Of Her Team
Farm Livin Life The American Dream
6 Months Later She Was Due In 3
A mountain of debt
But he puts it to the back of his mind
Like all those pesky thoughts he has of death
He got fooled by the cool kid scene
American dream
then my work ethic increased
Elevated to levels I ain't ever seen
Stackin' this cream, livin' the American dream now
I'm goin' crazy, I ain't slept in
hundreds of thousands of lives
Three by five is point six zero
Cuz I'm on this Earth
To send a tough message
Us African Americans
Ain't a race that you
recognition
I'm tryna live my American Dream
But this dumbass world ain't the way it would seem
Constriction, constriction
Why won't you listen
Stop preaching
Mmmmmm
With the Jah Jah Jah
With the Jah Jah Jah
Mmmmm Anwell A
In my whole life
Chasing all dream
Trapping all day by my yard
All the people wey I
and a couple of kids but
That's just the American dream
I think I wanna be more like the American meme
I'll smoke too many trees and I'll live in the moment
I
your knees you've gotta D T T
Stop World War Three c'mon and D T T
You wanted someone new
Who really felt for you
He pushed your buttons so you pushed
Mojique sees his village from a nearby hill
Mojique thinks of days before Americans came
He serves the foreigners in growing numbers
He sees
dreams I live by different kinda means
Battle raps loaded lux said stand up niggas never lean
Never argue wit no nigga through the phone mfs trippin
Never
and the giving was good
With the lunch bucket filled every season
What with three babies born, the work was cut down
To a half a day's shift with no reason
With the lunch buckets filled every season
What with three babies born
The work was cut down
To a half a day's shift with no reason
Then the shaft was
and the giving was good
With the lunch bucket filled every season
What with three babies born, the work was cut down
To a half a day's shift with no reason
what she saw that day was that the garden had bloomed into a vibrant image of hope.
[A Little Italian Farm]
War Correspondent 3:
This is the story
so you can be free
Free, free
Going on a fast by slowing down
Like the Flash
Without the backlash
From Babylon
The slave master's dream machine
Smoking Gary Payton by the pool I’m catching sunrays
Ricky Du Rag i give a fuck who say
Matter fact i never gave a fuck who say
Hussein blowin up right
no pop
Yeah I'm white as hell but I ain't fucking with no damn cops
Poured a four of this wocky got me feeling silly
Popping wheelies while in Philly
compared to these days it's left behind
Colombine
Shots blast but it's prehistoric times
And don't act our era the only one been inclined
That's why I speak
you must lie in that county jail
Where I can't get to you by visit or mail
So squirm, with discomfort, wiggle and cough
Six days of madness, you
don't know
It may seems we living
The nigga's American dream
But the people highest up
Got the lowest self-esteem
The prettiest people do the ugliest
journalist
We missin real coverage
Like that old spot on Rashid’s head
They talk bout what they stand for but
We all see their knees red
American dream: start
nineteen
At the railway line caught by an American dream
It’s not me, to lose my way so easily
It’s not me, to lose my way so easily
When we were young,
In an American Apparel v-neck
You had acid under your tongue
Choked up by the strobe light
On the the edge of 21
Parachuting to your town
Oh no my
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