Lyrics:
can live our complacency must end
It's time to rethink this dream you call American
Corrupt beliefs, that some will call their heritage
This dream
Clitorus: Well, dude, when are you gonna bake me that delicious blueberry fetus pie you've been promising me?
(spoken, by John)
Anyway â?? it went on from
stop poppin'
And them dollars start stopping
Do what you did to get it and don't stop (don't stop)
I made a promise to my mama
I'ma out live her
How
named King
Everybody wanted their share of the American dream
Dream on, children, dream on
Don't let anybody tell you the dream is gone
As long
...The American Dream is dead
Cause things don’t turn out how they seem in your head
More money, more murder, and the scene is red
Cause the rich eat
card to the side
Wonder why I'm a hit
Like American Pie
Trained by Master Splinter
Never rat till I die
Consequence, I'm tight, burnt like flames
(And why's that?) American dreams, they got this ghetto kid in a fiend
Don't stress that cause it's not in your
Consequence, I'm tight, burnt like flames
(And why's that?) American dreams, they got this ghetto kid in a fiend
Don't stress that cause it's not in your
in
That American pie, he justs wants a portion
Product of that environment that he was forced in
Changed course when it’s out of control
Feel it down
They can't hold us back
You've gotta live your life by Saturday
Or remain just another American tragedy
Where will you go? What will you do?
Don
East side nigga with a whole lot of souuuul
And a heart of made of gold
Shorty where'd you goo
Don't travel too far
I dig the color of ya vibe and I
don't fucc with the pork cuzz enough is enough
Ain't no way we can lose gotta play by they rules
The perception of fool my mind my greatest tool
Hesitate
know
Myself included are so far
Removed from the truth
Cause is don't affect you
Right now, or maybe just not yet
Blinded by our privilege
Like a keg
I
Call us terrorists
But we know that the problem is you
We don't want your American pie, cuz you bitches don't use seasonings!
When you fall asleep
Call us terrorists
But we know that the problem is you
We don't want your american pie, cuz you bitches don't use seasonings!
When you fall asleep
didn't call bush's bluff
We live by the pen, and die by the gun
Any records kept must be expunged
People filled with hate, what happened to love
We want it
Live from the working class trash bin
Where I'm surrounded by tax
Payers and soon-to-be has-beens
Where Afghanis in tents are in the past-tense
on the low
(Can't have it)
Too bad that I'm high (I'm high)
All I wanted was a American Dream
(Like a rabbit)
Had to buy an Apple Pie
(Yeah)
I told 'em don
in everything I've got
'Cause I'm American born
And Country by the grace of God!
I don't need no Cadillacs
You can't put no hay bales in the back
my people insist on hidin' the American dream
And it's like the home of the free
And mom's apple pie
I got whiped for the meltin' pod
I
Trendsetter, landowner
Hope your bitch don't land on him
Drink in his hand with the sand on him
You small time, you Hyundai's
You couch niggas, we stand
Now facts don’t care about one’s feelings
Nor does the truth thru the words that are said
We have a right to differ in our opinions
But not the right
I froze the icarus
And multiplied the lives I've lived
Don't try this shit
Disguise your wig
Lobotomize the mindless kids
No mark to recognize
their hearts when they play out in the park
In a territory marked by gangsters who love to spark
Ricochet and miss their mark when they hear that pit bull
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