American dream
american dream or so it would seem im trien to climb da tree to see , my babies fly til its all so tiring for my mind to think bout even swondering one single blink i dont want to miss a wink saying goodbye to them will b hardest no dought american dream, something we dream to b real but its all too sureal, cant jus chill , feelin how i feel if u take a twirl around da world notice all da different people its plural noones da same but we all curl ito da coffin one day, yes sir americans love dis mirror, a look does hurt i dont lack self esteem but suffer from trien to be more then any man that breaths if im capable to lead my team into da steam come out full of a heart filled need to b supreme and succeed in between carin for my queen without her knowin I'm up to a major scheme no really ... who me . couldn't b dat could put her in a beautiful home near da shore of the bluest sea u could ever see imagine a cutlass in mint green wit steve in da driver seat u and my boys will always b ridin im not da one for racial profilin i love my gagey and no need to presuade me to take care of him in times he tries to hide and want privacy its ok, u can cry to meim here to raise u properly all my boys have me i put u beside thee last is where i dont mind to b i say this , wit da most honesty i wil make my progity i feel like a king in da throne made of gold and muhugany im never sorry unless i give u sincere apologies in all dis time never once commited adultery everbody talk behind or cuts my arm, vertically down to da main artury, til i bleed out horribly call 911 its a emergency its da american dream but everyday ppl getin burned by others in da 3 degree sad as mercy, from a dirty thief while u kneel on cement, wit ur hurtin knee u really want me to bow to thee when u know ur filthy as a pot filled wit pee done purposly, so u could b in complete agony try and murder me ill b right here no matter ur beliefs on me personally i have too many burners hid in da suburban pop da trunk, heres da key hit ya wit da right knock u off ur stumbling nervous feet i freak up ya whole private sweet wit da street sweep , now ya swere to see. who it could b
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american dream or so it would seem im trien to climb da tree to see , my babies fly til its all so tiring for my mind to think bout even swondering one single blink i dont want to miss a wink saying goodbye to them will b hardest no dought american dream, something we dream to b real but its all too sureal, cant jus chill , feelin how i feel if u take a twirl around da world notice all da different people its plural noones da same but we all curl ito da coffin one day, yes sir americans love dis mirror, a look does hurt i dont lack self esteem but suffer from trien to be more then any man that breaths if im capable to lead my team into da steam come out full of a heart filled need to b supreme and succeed in between carin for my queen without her knowin I'm up to a major scheme no really ... who me . couldn't b dat could put her in a beautiful home near da shore of the bluest sea u could ever see imagine a cutlass in mint green wit steve in da driver seat u and my boys will always b ridin im not da one for racial profilin i love my gagey and no need to presuade me to take care of him in times he tries to hide and want privacy its ok, u can cry to meim here to raise u properly all my boys have me i put u beside thee last is where i dont mind to b i say this , wit da most honesty i wil make my progity i feel like a king in da throne made of gold and muhugany im never sorry unless i give u sincere apologies in all dis time never once commited adultery everbody talk behind or cuts my arm, vertically down to da main artury, til i bleed out horribly call 911 its a emergency its da american dream but everyday ppl getin burned by others in da 3 degree sad as mercy, from a dirty thief while u kneel on cement, wit ur hurtin knee u really want me to bow to thee when u know ur filthy as a pot filled wit pee done purposly, so u could b in complete agony try and murder me ill b right here no matter ur beliefs on me personally i have too many burners hid in da suburban pop da trunk, heres da key hit ya wit da right knock u off ur stumbling nervous feet i freak up ya whole private sweet wit da street sweep , now ya swere to see. who it could b