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wanna wake up from this dream

Verse Three
I know this drug dealer, who drive a black beamer
Dreadlock cut off once by this girl named Delilah
Pretty

Call that your American dream point of view
Grind hard like Jerry no color pill to pick and choose 
Full Metal Jacket, no Fendi, matrix
No bending my

piece of The Great American Dream
Nothing pierced those stone hearts fortified by corporate greed
Even when the women's own hearts, one-by-one, had ceased

The forty-hour workweek enslaves us
And It enrages me (Oh Well)
That this is what's become of the American dream
From birth we're taught that money is king
Your

Quiet Desperation

Scatman John

Scatman's World

1995

Your're sitting on a milk mornin' noon and night 
Fantisizin' the American dream
You're lookin' pretty good and you've got yourself conviced
That

My African baby o
Caribbean girls
American lover lover
Sexy European girls
Y'all so beautiful
The way she says my name
Got me intoxicated all day

King Heroin

James Brown

Late Night Tales

2014

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

the cream
The American Dream, I live it too freely
These bunnies badder than Bridgeton
But I don't see 'em just see a regular citizen
Thought I had a Lucy,

know what it is time will hold, So, I'm ridin out here tonight, watching her go, my

Midwestern pearl
All American girl
And that that heartland dream

Surrounded, as he is most days, by a
Small cadre of management
And marketing professionals
Each of them with a stake in
His career there are representatives

(One, two, one, two, three)

Pouring snow and six degrees, American cowboy on his knees
Speak your lies so easily, like you had done so recently

You

chiefin on that lime green
The fact of the matter you
Can't fuck with my team
American nightmare Freddy Krueger
To your dreams

Don't' stand on me cuz I'm

I be on Man-time

Uh

Homie got killed by the nigga his gun jammed on

Either that’s karma or he really must’ve planned wrong

One day my daughter gon

me breathe
American Slavery
"Do not quit": what they tell me
One day, I'll get what I need

Run it up
Like Forrest Gump

Fuck it up
Like Donald Trump

tired of singing hymns
Man ain't nobody listening
I gotta make my own way
Walked for days through the desert 
For the American way
Yet when I make it here

a part of someone else's

Follow your dreams no matter
What people may say
They gon' talk, they gon' front
They gon' hate
At the end of the day it's

Totally drained
Now I'm impatient
Will there be a day when I'm cashing
Agya ma br3 ooo
Father redeem me
You're the refuge that man has been seeking
Nyame

You know the whole nine get
You impaled or clotheslined
By cloaked hittaz from jail got
Nails with Beau’s line
It’s a slow grind from off the
Vine

American TV

Terrorvision

Formaldehyde

1993

He was born diseased with a twisted mind
His hands his feet his elbows tied
Sleeps by the day and in the night he crys
The bastard son

a little push to their dreams you will be the one to be proud when that happen
It's sad to see when I walk around the downtown
Kids are being fool by

secretary
By 1963 Jackie had lost 3 children
So she was not a stranger to sorrow
But the pain that she endured
She could have never prepared for
She held him

Trials and tribulations conquered by who keeps they patience
Ain't ever been keen to waiting we all have demons we're facing
Don't bring me down

as new dick arrives they lose their fuckin’ mind,
Throw away all their dreams because they blind,
By stupid emotions from inside,
I know that I am a little

american
Lady Muerte on my leftie
Tatted like a mexican
I been a G and been about it since like zero three
Trapping and ducking digger bitches
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