Verse 1: (Emɐnuǝl X)
This for the '92
f** the law
Nobody Above it/
Police brutality still
Occurin In public/
You gotta love it/
Hara** skaters for
Poppin A pop shove it/
While poppin some popcorn
For entertainment cuz we puppets/
Narcotics within my pocket
Put profit in my wallet/
Ambitious but I bet Lazy's
What the government calls it/
Pointing fingers Witt
Skeletons all up in ya closet/
But you'd do the same to feed ya kids
And keep a running faucet/
Im 19 and that scenario
Was hypothetic/
Ya sources were eclectic So you
Read me wrong like dyslexics/
My flows tighter than
Seventeen Feminist s**ists/
In texas claimin mens injustice
Protesting infront of fences/
I see problems and wanna fix 'em
While Flowing like Nockamixon/
Not to mention Americas been
Corrupt since Nixon/
I got 2 cents but I never spend em
They stay in my denim/
Cuz in the end A snake will choke
On his own venom/
n***a
-hook- (JMars)
Livin in a world where
Feelings are temporary/
And pa**ions come secondary
Cuz moneys what's necessary/
Nobody wanna say it cuz
Facin the truth is scary/
But All American Dreams sit
On Indian cemeteries/
Nott everything
Is What it seems/
Tired of the f**in law
And they mothaf**n schemes/
I'm just Tryna live the
All American Dream/
My squad fulla faith Thas
The All American team/
Verse 2: (Emɐnuǝl X)
Spew anger on these
Percussions the repercussions/
Keep the reaper comin cuz when
You die you gonn leave witt nothin/
Ignorant n***as
I'm willin'a teach you somethin/
Either keep ya sneakers pumpin From
The truth or keep ya speakers bumpin/
f**in b**hes and gettin
Dollas won't k** ya problems/
Neva truly solvem once you
Peak you slalom to the bottom/
Pros and cons in rap
The pros are cons/
Pawns to labels a fable
But the ghettos phenomenon/
Not everybody gonn
Make it/
Live the American dream
And n***as gonn try to take it/
Lifes ain't always fair
But f** it n***a juss face it/
Cuz d**h gonn come regardless
So you might as well juss embrace it/
The future of this worlds
In the youth/
But for dollars in Guatamala
Young girls are prostitutes/
You miss 100 percent of
The shots you don't shoot/
So the chance of havin a dream
Is a blessing, Thas the truth/
My n***a
-hook- (JMars)
Livin in a world where
Feelings are temporary/
And pa**ions come secondary
Cuz moneys what's necessary/
Nobody wanna say it cuz
Facin the truth is scary/
But All American Dreams sit
On Indian cemeteries/
Nott everything
Is What it seems/
Tired of the f**ing law
And they mothaf**n schemes/
I'm just Tryna live the
All American Dream/
My squad fulla faith Thas
The All American team/
Verse 3: (JMars)
Put in position Pray to
Him that they listen/
I'm cruising through difficulty
Impossible is the mission/
Look at all this GOD Given
Ambition that's been bestowed/
We picturing bottle cases in
Places we finna go, we/
We on the road, somebody
Pour me a gla**/
On my grind till I cover
Time, history cla**/
Ready to put them broke
Days in the past/
See what the future holds
Debted all my limits and
Stunted all at the funeral/
Yeah, so I'm probably someone
That you should know/
I promise that ain't co*kiness
I'm just stating the obvious/
We obviously wanted, words
Of a generation/
I might as well go and get it
Never seen a point in waiting/
Been patient for way too long
Storm follows the calm/
So this hurricane been steady
Tell them n***as they ain't ready/
Been patient for way too long
Storm follows the calm/
So this hurricane been steady
Tell them n***as they ain't ready, JM/