American Dream

I've got drugs
I've got guns
I've got money - hurray

Now can I be a part of your American play
Where we've got freedom of speech
But nothing to say
I'm so glad before my mother left, she taught me charades
It's all for you it's all for you

This is the American dream
Chasing dollars on a string
Well it ain't for me

I've got drugs
I've got guns
I've got money - hurray

Now can I be an actor on your unforgiving stage
And I can play my role
I can read my lines
I can fake it, I can make it for a season in time
And is this what you want from me
Dead inside with a pocket full of green

And this is the American dream
Chasing dollars on a string
Well it ain't for me

This is for everyone who felt so low they couldn't get back up
This is for all my homeboys that are locked up
This is for everybody has ever fucked up
Yeh, listen and shut up
They take away your pride and bring you down
Sometimes you might feel lost and not be found
But you can always come back up and come around
Don't ever let nobody get you down

And this is the American dream
Chasing dollars on a string

This is the American dream
And it ain't for me

No it ain't for me