American Dreams

Lyrics
[Sample] [Woods] Yo yo yo yo yo American dreaming Young 'uns drunk with heavy machinery Iron symmetry Metal scenery A young JP Morgan with stone organs Street extortion Teamsters Anti-level beakers Walk with grim reapers Captains of industry Atlas shrugged And niggas is thugged for the love of drugs Cash, guns, bitches Dead marching on roads to riches 400 virgins Suicidal missions The system glitched Slow motion Auschwitz Dig my brother's ditch Work will set you free Be in the penitentiary working for free Marxist theory right here on cell bloc C I know this door got a key Everybody black like me but potential enemies Searching for something to seize in the dark of a one to three Came back Yusef Allah Face with a scar Stay in his room Told me the end is soon The world is a tomb Walkin unborn view the streets with scorn The Stranger Outside the window loud Liquor breath corner hangers Grown children cursing for the feeling Wake the dead Spark one to the head Meditate by the bed Glimpsed in curtains The beats slumber is broken Nine to five subway tokens and last rock its Crack, my shit still smokin Six-shot industrial revolutions Automated institutions The crease heated, electrocution vengeful God shake down for change Barrel of the .45, see it in the brains See it forever like exploding planes, exploding planes [Vordul] I remember days no ends, still running wild A hundred miles in the set burning the sess Knowing we stressed, though we spazz just trying to hold on to cash Going though madness, extremes of niggas that'll blast in traffic No matter how many times they seen they brothers gone in closed caskets We all wrong and blasphemous Christmas, ninjas pull out gats quick Cause government wanna shank funds and raise taxes We gotta be relaxed to spit truth Whether its storms or forbes, me and my ninjas like billy back-twist revolutionaries that salute to fairness From blocks where we had to shoot the fair The city of lost souls buried deeply within the streets where you could smell the truth in the air Years of tears from here to over the seas where you could blow trees in-front of police
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Credits
- Writers
- billy woods
- Vordul Mega