ترجمة: أمريكا الصلب. أشبه الحلم.
time It's more like a dream It's more like a dream to me It's not hell on earth It's more like a dream It's not like a nightmare anymore It's more
motto, feelin' rich like I won the lotto It's almost like seein' through the eyes of a crack child Dodgin' crisis, three strike system, niggaz trapped in a
flossin' and chillin' in a Porsche full-a-women I'm one in a million, get on the deal already My skills are sharper than a steel Maschetti Realer than
the skies of November turn gloomy With a load of iron ore, twenty-six thousand tons more Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty That good ship and true was a
flossin and chillin in a porsche full-a-women I'm one in a million, get on the deal already My skills are sharper than a steel maschetti Realer than the
hollow warmth of another business deal You've climbed your way to the top but lately it seems That there's a hole in the heart of the american dream
a reality that Originally bought you? Dime a dozen, y'all niggas a dime a dozen Penny for a thought, nigga, c'mon, penny for a thought Think fast, think
home Searching for America All her dreams and hopes Searching for America Finding only ghosts Who are these people you have seen To dream this dark and distant dream
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 to be
A night of Lust Give us trust in The Night Give of color Hundred hues A rich Mandala For me & you & for your silky pillowed house A head, wisdom & a bed
warmth Of another business deal You've climbed your way to the top, but lately it seems That there's a hole in the heart of the American dream Sitting
get corageous like the cat Got the gat in the corner of my back so get the bozack The american dream, the people choice pick I flip more vowels than
like a brick Quick to make a cameo, so hand me your eardrum 'Cuz here comes the 411 Little devils don't go to heaven 187 on a saltine cracker Smack a
t get pinched by crabs Jail and money not mix like ?Udibidy jays? And White America hates to see a black man pay 'cause the streets change like weed grains
saigon, it be the music that makes me sick And act like a paranoid schizophrenic, I leave your mind in a state of panic, Like a claustrophobic trapped
currency alive? while strong soldiers build with boulders Forts and barriers, my brain pattern hold weight like a freight Sharp like ice skates, blows this track like a
