Not the American Dream

Everybody has dreams Only ones who got it good completes the American Dream But what about the ones who haven't got it good? We'll try to change the world if we could The problems always stick out But from what will you ever know what I'm all about? The pressures of life be told And to the depths of darkness our souls are sold No one sees the source of my troubles Only the trouble itself and only then it doubles Ghetto people don't have a place in this world We're cast from civilization Forced to act upon differences from devastation My place is unknown to myself There isn't anywhere I belong Therefore the police won't stay on my back for very long My cries of sorrow are unheard My hopes for a good life are gone~it's absurd Look deep into my eyes It's filled with nothing but hurt and good byes But all you see is evil and lies Look deeper and tell me if you can see my cries This isn't no American dream It's not at all what it seems I open my mouth but you don't hear the screams I'm trapped behind an invisible door Forced to see the hurt that life has in store But for every door, theres a secret behind it Some secrets are of joy and others are full of pits But what should I do? Should I do your will to satisfy you? Or should I do what I believe is right and get judged for that too? If you look at it, theres really no choice But why? Why is it we have no voice? This isn't no happily ever after We don't end up with houses full of joy and laughter What you get is what you've got To get more means hustling on the block Living the Ghetto Lif, living under cover Turn the pages and read, life isn't based on it's cover But when will we come to see reality For us the American Dream will never be Our dreams are the only things we've got But how will they come true if we don't give them a shot? We can't when people are all on your back Can't you see? Have you thought about that? Have you thought about how it would be If you can live your dream, especially me I'd love to live my dream but can you see That's this hard knock life ain't no cup of tea? We get everything by doing what we gotta do You know what I mean~it ain't bran new This isn't no American Dream No, not even-no blue water or valley green This is reality, The Ghetto Dream