Lyrics:
Roaring 20s
Ain't gonna let 'em have me in a
Depression by my thirties
You gone your whole life livin' by the book
That's how you have measured how
perfect
Dont say buy unless you mean purchase
One of my fears is Ill cry tears in front of everyone of these persons
But these kids need to know that they
out the streets
Fuck it, keep goin' hard, don't let 'em see you weak
To all my niggas first time steppin' in the pen
Read a book and exercise, keep
Millie secrets said I go ballistic.
All these broken dreams feeling nobody could fix it
Faded in the park over dark let me twist it
Depression passed down
in the streets
Gully side
We never give up
Searching for a new life we the lost hope
We don use to hard life man dem don cope
Memba wan tem ar wan wase
[Spoken]
Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American Dream. About me. About you.
The way our American hearts beat down in the bottom of our
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
a coup
Singled out by their lieutenants like, This who you're supposed to shoot
Fighting in the white man's war to kill our own
And they STILL called those
I'm proud to be an all American singer
I hear talking on the radio
of war on thought and conspiracy
And some people judge their fellow man
by their
way, ig' the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
By myself, you the boys at home
That's all the time I really
don't care if he was vulnerable
In a home full of drug abuse and incest
Or allegedly brainwashed by white supremacists
Whatever the case may be for him
heartbroken American did it
God where you at I need them blessings
My eyes been bleeding
I was born in the trenches
Feel like I slept in war zone
Preachers they
Goin' so far in the hour I
Only have the taste of sour in my mouth
Cuz I've been surviving on
Sour patch kids for the past 13 days of my life
Cuz I'm
Around my way
Around my way
All the corners filled with sorrow
All the streets are filled with pain
Around my way
Around my way
Around my way
All
all them funny signs
Like you're tryin' to tip off your hand
Keep talkin' in American, big AAA
That's what I can understand
And don't be getting'
cities, their planning to just control us
By infiltrating sin through our flesh and they try to mold us
Bringing all this terror then causing all this
space
'Cause she don't believe that I'm in the right place
Showed her my boarding pass and then she sort of gasped (it's right here)
All embarrassed
between
My hitter made the news when he made his move
Pursuing this american dream
Now he's on tshirts and tattoos
Rest in peace to a fallen king
They would put in place a system where
By the opium produced in the
Country could be used all over the world for
Strictly medicinal purposes
Thus giving
and the fraudulence
Dawggg I put my all into all I'm in
Ain't no rewind so I'm making a beeline
Straight for the finish ride wit me
Cuz I'm about bizness
I ain't got
You'll be tucked in every night for a month
By all of the American Apparel ad girls
American... American Apparel ad, as girls
You know what I mean?
I
me for all my sinnin'
I'm doin' it for my kids, I'ma keep winnin'
My son 11 years old, already talkin' millions
By the time he 18, he on his own
streets
Where They dreams are crushed
Into angel dust
Fighting Devils
It's the angel in us
Just let Michael Angelo
Create the painting of us
Welcome
makin it hard
And by the time they get in-to your pad
You done flushed it down the toilet and now they're mad
And so they're mad as hell and take you
.jpg/300px-Count_Basie_(1955_Kriegsmann_portrait_-_square_crop).jpg "Count Basie & His All American Rhythm Section")
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