truth. these days, my dreams are all that's real...it's my life that's all just make believe. and i know how it ends, but i can't help but watch. so
you was blind (damn) [Chorus:] But now I'm saying bye, goodbye American Dreaming American dreaming It's not that hard to find Cause most of the time I'm American sleeping I barely can see it But
guilt And is a shame you had to say you had to kill to gain control But at least you made some money, hey let the good times roll Its your dream to
you in the burger business So I chilled, but loaded up the steal Like I wish a nigga would, But I know a nigga will But for real you loaded up to kill
touch wit ya writer Even made you pick up ya pen, and start clutchin it tighter I ain't much of a fighter But I know, everything about rollin up, like
f-ckin shovel? Why it take a n-gga go to jail to say he love you? We be killing them, boy we be killing them! Damn, we used to dream to have a million
gaffa! Man said he CD was seert! But when I put it on there was less lookin at the speakers like 1, 2, 3 My mum could rap better than that, (your shit) Everything
Kept us together never knowing we'd end up Moving onto Mobo's pushing the *benz* up You pushed and pushed when no-one wanted to believe but back then it was all a dream
These are the creatures- born to be wild Nightmares and pictures of uncertain kind Born again to kill- any luscious dream Caught in a war- where they
loud talking? the nigger! he's a nigger! he's a nigger! a nigger, look, there's a nigger! [Wale:] The color of my skin, content of my character, Dream
loud talking? The nigger! He's a nigger! He's a nigger! A nigger, look, there's a nigger! [Wale] The color of my skin, content of my character, Dream
? Say anything... Say anything... "I believed If time passes, everything turns into beauty If the rains stop, tears clean the scars of memory away Everything
to throw me in the fuckin prison but it's all good I can take it cause I dish shit out but me you've seen I'm havin things in my dreams I can't get it
'm the type of soldier, A ni**a that seen Everything in my muthaf**kin eyes I seen my parents get killed To my muthaf**kin eyes I seen my brother kill
love Tupac's new record *static* [Dominique] Right, but don't you feel like that creates *static* a tension between East and West? *static* He's talking about killing
't tell if I'm still dreaming It never gets easier so quit tryin' pleasing her everything is a choice so let me hear your voice Rip up the evening post kill
but uh such occasions occur back in the day it begins you're a raw kid all the way son of a gun but then you drifted all are endowed but few are gifted
