Everything's cool, go away"? Capitol hill, is gonna crumble, Falling apart at the seams. We're mighty tired of seeing you stumble; You're crushing the american dream
House; Everything's cool, go away"? Capitol Hill, is gonna crumble, Falling apart at the seams. We're mighty tired of seeing you stumble; You're crushing the American dream
译文: 芝加哥. 美国梦.
Beuregard this industry from backyards to owin lexus cars So flex that shit cause down in texas, everybody talks Cause ain't gonna fall, overnight [rock roc] I got an american dream
young, be free, the American way Be young, be free, the American way America America America America Ohhhhhh Get Higher Ohhhhhh Get Higher Be young,
bags They be laced with shitty swag and it really get me mad The way we be saluting flags, wrapping them around our heads When niggaz ain't become American
cop, chop, drop, swap, we cop Chop, stop, you pop, we cops Swallow that working [Incomprehensible] Only thirteen, he ain't know what it mean But he lovin' the green the American dream
train is loaded with over two And a half million pounds. That's more money than most people Can dream of. But then some people have big dreams. What
school she had a passion to sing Now she see herself in a casket in dreams These are the children of crack and rap, blacks done lack Self-esteem, yo we forgot the dream
proud of our young girlfriends Cause they used to cooked like their mothers Now a day they dreams like their fathers even more yeah yeah Going down to Chicago, men are crying there In America
with hatred then, the hard life is all that they'll know And there ain't no place in (Belfast) for these kids to go (Chicago) (This world) A cafeteria line in Chicago
you walk this trail with me? We can find America down the trail of freedom Walk the way of my fathers from sea to sea Oh, can you find America, hear
you remember the first thing you had to memorize? was it the pledge of allegiance? a five year old stands for a flag that killed off all the real americans
few parts of this american dream well my friend had a dream to be free he made it come true by giving away his tv yeah my friend had a dream to be free
made her hands look small And she built her dream around symphonies and concertos Around traveling the country, and playing the music halls Four kids later the dreams
the sixties When dreams could be held through tears With Disney and Cronkite and Martin Luther And I belived, I believed, I believed Now I'm a backseat driver from America
