Lyrics:
cash for eighty seven
Some did it got paid, some jams were never played
But I am just a poet who watched the whole parade
Go by, and why, cause they
Because I'm on, because I'm on the American Bandstand
When we dance real slow I'll show all the guys in the grandstand
What a swinger I am, I am on American
"'Cause I've been thinking 'bout the American Dream, the land of the free
The home of the brave, with a mind full of greed
Your average family, we
We know Rome wasn't built in a day
And my niggas built America, thanks
God told me stay patient
I can have American dreams while awake
I'm just tryna
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
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
to the neighbors ya know da American dream let's get back to Friday night enter thru the garage full of homies kick in it shooting craps to ceeloo to flipin quarters
rock, country, blues American tales music
Hip Hop was created by the sewage and neglect
A feeling of abandonment, genocide and disrespect
Put that
and no longer hate between people
american dream is no more
because of vladimir putin the dictator
tragedy killing innocent guys
dj moules for the peace
blast me for
I can't die for American Pie
Hypnotized 'cause somebody combined thighs and lies, but it's
No surprise, your pipe will rise
Don't
switches while I'm dippin'
Red cup full of betchu can't kill it
Three wheelin' and I bet I won't spill it
Not one drip
Been driving through compton all day
He'd go straight sure as fate
For it never is too late
For a man
I just like to dream
Of a cottage by a stream
With my man
Where a few flowers
Yeah baby
How you do it how you looking so fine
Girl you got me buying studio time
You in my rhymes like
Like you in my dreams
And I'm seeing
It's three eighteen, mouth tastes like the corpse of every pregnant teen,
The minutes are hours, the hours are days,
I feel infected by your
and all-American men were like Hemingway to the days of the wondrous ?B? movie. The producer underwritten by all the millionaires necessary will be Casper ?The
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
I get it, you got it, like 1-2-3
I've been working hard as hell for you
To show you things you've never knew
Don't have to do it all by yourself
That's the story, history, for me, the metaphoric American Dream in all its glory
Historically it's distorted, unrewarding, disturbing, horrid,
In the day we sweat it out on the streets
Of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory
In suicide machines
Sprung from
Jogbevy
I'm son of black men
Who never finish he's Dreams
I was 13 years old
When my Daddy passed away
Now all I got is American Dream
Let the rain wash me
of the police (I love myself)
Uh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy, don't seem shy (I love myself)
One day at a time, huh
They wanna say it's a war
1,2, 1,2,3 uh
Doo da doo, m doo da do ba do do do
Doo da doo, m doo da do ba do do do
Looking forward to seein' you
But it's been such a long,
eyes, pretend to fly
It's always Penny and me tonight
Penny likes to get away and drown her pain in lemonade
Penny dreams of rainy days and nights
I'm gettin' paid by the pound and I got mad flow
Flip flop who's the bigger one, quick to figure one
two, three two one, ah!
Keep a pen and a pad
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