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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
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