Prolific_1011
02-25-06, 04:14 PM
dear mr president,
ima bust open your door, u see...im hopless and poor
my kids dreaming of food cause their stomachs be starvin for more
sure, im not over-seas but im waging a war...
wit my inner self, call it greed but i want a bigger wealth
it doesnt help that the cards i were dealt spell h e double l
we treated as second class citizens,coward, we want more businesses
we want a piece of the pie, we reach for the sky but it seems infinite...
im stuck between a rock and a hard place
my american dream is to be a modernn day scarface
no cocaine, but propane to scorch the evil force u claim
you the reason why the prisons are filled wit dark skin tones,
all we need is some help to helps us shine like gems stones
why is the american dream far fetched for latin and black kids
sucker, you only loves us when it benefits the upper classes
i move wit passion, the passion that guides me towards action
i dont deal wit a racist man, his panic has him atacking hispanics
dummy, i practice... my aim, yes the revolution will challenge the brave
the essence is conquered when the rebelious monster aint tamed
is it my fault? i had limited tools to make it in school
i guess the american dream was only desgned for people like you
do u not understand, if i was you i would hold my brothers hand
if you were in my shoes you would know my hunger, damn...
i want the american beauty,
but you cant fool me...
so yours truly,
"your worst nightmare"
ima bust open your door, u see...im hopless and poor
my kids dreaming of food cause their stomachs be starvin for more
sure, im not over-seas but im waging a war...
wit my inner self, call it greed but i want a bigger wealth
it doesnt help that the cards i were dealt spell h e double l
we treated as second class citizens,coward, we want more businesses
we want a piece of the pie, we reach for the sky but it seems infinite...
im stuck between a rock and a hard place
my american dream is to be a modernn day scarface
no cocaine, but propane to scorch the evil force u claim
you the reason why the prisons are filled wit dark skin tones,
all we need is some help to helps us shine like gems stones
why is the american dream far fetched for latin and black kids
sucker, you only loves us when it benefits the upper classes
i move wit passion, the passion that guides me towards action
i dont deal wit a racist man, his panic has him atacking hispanics
dummy, i practice... my aim, yes the revolution will challenge the brave
the essence is conquered when the rebelious monster aint tamed
is it my fault? i had limited tools to make it in school
i guess the american dream was only desgned for people like you
do u not understand, if i was you i would hold my brothers hand
if you were in my shoes you would know my hunger, damn...
i want the american beauty,
but you cant fool me...
so yours truly,
"your worst nightmare"