Guilty Simpson - The American Dream lyrics

[Verse 1] I talk with the dead, deep, deep in my head I'm off, I was bred where the hungry man's dead Talk, I was led where the red man bled And all the other things my educated friends said Lost in the life where the young fools sped Never should have taught him that a gun shoots lead That crack a get his brother and sister a new bed Addicted to the game and things, screw feds Any day his name can change, who's Ed? Go to the crib, new furniture, new threads Steady sleep when he see those things To be a drug dealer the american dream To get paid something, go to every extreme One black will leave another red for green Falling for the tricks while the man deceives ya Until the day you finally bite the hand that feeds you C'mon [Outro]