my country? you see that man there on the ground just step over or around his dreams have brought him down where's the other side of my american dream
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really my country? you see that man there on the ground just step over or around his dreams have brought him down where's the other side of my american dream
Chorus] [Verse 2: Layzie Bone] I never did have no love for the system, Man them law aint good to protect me, Im just a nigga tryin to live the American dream
five And Hamilton, my old time friend They put his face on the front of the ten These are the dead, presidents From the hood and they represent The American dream
Malcolm X] Being here in America doesn't make you an American Being born here in America doesn't make you an American Why if birth made you an American
and Big Daddy,shown by the caddies Uncles named Larry, that never really grabbed me My mother gave birth but she really never had me Left to the hood to play daddy Raised by
my salvary wouldn't get us by And it wasn't very long just a couple of years it seemed We saved enough money and paid down on a five-room dream And when
those who seek peace as dreamers, But isn't our whole culture built on past dreams? It is essential that our dreams become a reality Or there will cease
had a dream It seemed I stood alone And the veil of all the years Goes sinking from my eyes like a stone A king shall fall and put to death By the English
with explosive chemicals just dream me in physical Killarmy individuals the concept of principles that are highly indispensible My name is Born God Allah, King of North America
-dong-a-dell! [ENTER MARY, ESCORTED BY FULTON] ALL: Clear the way! Hail the bride! Sweet and gay- Here comes the bride! MARY: Is it true or I dreaming
easy to dismiss those who seek peace as dreamers, But isn't our whole culture built on past dreams? It is essential that our dreams become a reality
Nobody do it better, there ain't a truer Ripper I did this separate imagine what we could do together Inspired by GOD, inspired by the sufferin' Was it done by
right and we ain't neither Everybody want something equal Listen up my people We gotta down get down for, right Now! Nigga fuck yo people And this is how we all (all) dream
brother See gangster is a title earned better learn fast Not tattoos on your arms or pants hanging off your ass Your vision of the American Dream ain'
time. What happened to the dream sublime? Tear it all down, we'll put it up again. Another empire? Eastside meets Westside downtown. No time, no line, the walls fall down
