Texty:
The Dream Kids In America

nigga's broke Makes him more prone to drop out of school and fuck with dope With hopes of gettin paper and chasin his fuckin dream But America's got us

me Surround me with nothin' but gangsters, killers and bangers, and the most dangerous criminals And I feel like I'm more comfortable around them than I do my own motherfuckin' neighbours But see my dream

homeless in America let these other folks handle they own shit. How imma clean your house and mine still dirty? How imam feed yo kids while mine sit thirsty? And speakin of the kids

the yard Lick shots at Babylon, de one comfy bombard Kids run far from traditional credit cards scams Veterans is nipped in the butt with large plans Stick up, kids

't help but dream about the ultimate life Two kids, a dog, a goldfish - and you as my wife We'd have a rosebush, with a white picket fence And all the neighborhood kids

gangsta party [Snoop] Pump that up G [Tupac] Ahh shit, you done fucked up now -- Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party You done put two of America's most

No care, that's why I speak on shit to you parents out there Don't sleep on shit, raise your kids, come on you made the kids We got kids killing kids

these machines And we can't get nothin' done, we controlled by kings and queens The unseen son, the one in the attic Hope the dream don't come true America

win kid This game is bugged these kids done jinxed it Fix these plans I got hopes and dreams son Rolling down hill and the year has just begun I see America