Lyrics:
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
Mojique sees his village from a nearby hill
Mojique thinks of days before Americans came
He serves the foreigners in growing numbers
He sees
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
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
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
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
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
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,
to the people is just a fantasy
And they sell to us as an american dream
Well your vote counts 1-2-3
Living in democracy
Everybody here is free
'Cause
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
a charming young priest in a "close-knit" mid-American
neighborhood. Well-respected by both young & old alike,
he struggles with the constant pressures
chatter
3 American pageants
All queens of blackness
Even under the sea, Ariel's head loc'd
Ain't No way these black girls getting stopped
No way
You better
corporations in your head there's nothing holy you can see
Sell your soul and ship it piece by piece on mp3
We cannot be the ones to set you free
The world will
to 1963 and was home to some of the most notorious criminals in American history, including Al Capone, George "Machine Gun" Kelly, and James "Whitey"
making,
Ima serve all the fiends,
Ima serve all the fiends,
Ima live lavish nigga dey call dat shit the American dream,
A wise man told me never talk
in the powers we trust in
Why oh why oh why oh why oh why oh why
Do liberty and justice look like
American dreams lying in the dust
Tell me when
attacking for the AMerican dream
plans for blasting at the terror regime
prepared it would seem to spend dough on more weapons
he said no more questions rose
get more and the poor stay poor
Nobody cares if you're dead or alive
The American dream's such a waste of time
(CHORUS)
We are the hollow yet we feel
a dream
And humdrum day to day routine
A laurel wreath on the door to my heart
What you want is to wash your face and try to breathe
Forget your mind
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