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the american dream
Look at this American dream,
You Americans are dreaming.
I’m going back to my motherland.
Can’t get too attached though,
My mother’s land was taken.
Come to think of it,
It was never hers.
Just the land we lived on.
The land we walked on.
They walked on us,
And I just can’t leave those years.
Its like I keep walking back in.
They keep walking back up to me
With innocent blank stares.
Like they never fucked with me,
But they fucked with my mom,
So they fucked with me
And are my dad in more than one sense.
And my dad wasn’t worth more than once cent,
But he did more than his worth in damage.
I’m trying to cash in what I’ve gained
They think it isn’t worth more than one cent
Thought I put much more into it.
Meaning if you want to hear my story
You’ll hear a lot of worth,
But what do I have to show for it?
This American dream,
Or the consequences of dreaming?
