Lyrics:
all up
It's a French kiss, Italian ice
Margaritas in the moonlight (whoa)
Just another American Saturday night
You know everywhere there's
a shot"
Love in the United States
Empathy makes me a modern lay
American kids swing the American way
What do you learn from your lover?
Tommy works
Information - there'll be more and more
All through the Eighties
Will the man on the street finally know the score
But I saw a kid with no smile on his
denied.
Independence the pillow in a lonely grave
Here in the land stolen from of Braves, built by the slaves
American made.
I have a dream many cultures
national faith
We've got the American Jesus
Overwhelming millions every day
He's the farmers' barren fields (in God)
The force the army wields (we trust!)
We're takin our time down a one way road
Remember in our roots how our daddy's made us tough
We made up all my buddies we would never give up
Thinkin bout
And what's confusing, the illusion of inclusion is all motions no devotion, prostitution
Imperialism played a role in the schism 'cause the systems goals
Were
everywhere you go
Children in Africa starving by the fields
While the land lays fallow and the banks foreclose
[Chorus]
He's an American, he's
no American flag over my hearse
What's worse, you know they disperse for bucks
So take caution in the streets cause our protection sucks
This
on...On the American Dream
A lady in a fancy dress walked by me on the street
Asked me if I'd be her guest for a dandy American treat.
A sound then woke me
your weight in gol
I am rejected as you see
I am just waiting to be free
Rejects will all think differently
I am a reject till I am rejecting me
Softer
Ain't no question me I do it for the streets
Control the game okare k'dlala number 6
All that talking boi you need to take a seat
Young kids might then
And when he got drunk he almost killed that house
Is this the American dream, or the American scheme?
That got me walking in these American streets?
Its
banks of bucks a go bang like a bubble
See wa dem really got – nuttin at all!
Chorus:
The way we wanna live is an American dream in action, our women
the kid's face, put it on display
Look ma!, another national disgrace
Dumb and ignorant, drunk and belligerent
Open up your heart y'all, come on and let me in
by this hip hop rage
When this hip hop cage
Still ran by the man in the maze
Old heads searchin for the peace that we came with
Preaching out
changers in temples of Wall Street
Some puppet politicians brought Johnny to the brink
Of losin’ his American Dream
Pretty numbers on fine paper wrote in
friend, you can get killed just for living in
Your American skin
Yeah
Oh yeah
Yeah
Oh-oh
If I die right before I wake
Cross my heart, then I seal
close ya feel so fine
Hold tight we're on fire
All night you're my desire
Everybody
Wanna party
Everybody
Wanna party
American nights
You kids are so
we still cooked in our kitchen
While Many kids are stuck in the Streets with they parents from uh Lawful eviction
I see you Sammy ain't no uncle to me
to get two mill' a month
I know Dre happy that she signed that prenup
Dre my nigga, his business all in the street (all in the street)
How much of that
Information, there'll be more and more
All through the Eighties
Will the man on the street finally know the score
But I saw a kid with no smile on his face
the preacher on t.v., the false sincerity
The form letter that's written by the big computers
The nuclear bombs and the kids with no moms
And I'm fearful that
feet, yeah
But we were just two kids, in a beat-up car
Oh I'm still driving home from the things I've done
It was all I knew
I was waiting for the big
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