American dream the killer
Long ago my expectations that were innocent
have found their master me, i am the master of lies and deceit
and there isn't greater place for the success of its kings than
here where we all are, this land full of garbage and tradition
older than the cheapest beer that you can buy at the store
just barely can tell the story which nobody wants to listen anyways.
Who are these people that walk this land, and where is all their and
total nonsense going?? Is it down the toilet just like we all knew it would!
People that you cant trust are filling the sidewalks and stores
where our children feel unsafe and elderly fall to die
nobody cares about nobody, it is all for show,
the ugliness that is showing is bigger than the ugliness
and suffering that hides ant tears us all apart
and honestly who gives a unless you are the yourself
join the club of disgust and false pretense pictures are as heavy as they
don't exist to piss on your pride you never got to earn
powerful know you are gone before you are born
your hole has been chosen and dug out long before
you even said dada, slave never knows your real name
you are just the one and number two nothing above
my fathers words were warm but some still hurt
till this day" Lets Go to America" he said
at that train station, my grandfathers words
"No matter what your country is, it is still yours" He said, than
my grandmother said'" Don't go anywhere", especially
not there, America is rotten it always has been.
I knew what those words meant, i knew the plans
of my father, who was lied to by his brother and family
who said" Just come here, we will lift you up and help with
whatever you need"! Many would believe and trust their families
and many would keep their word, but not these people,
they were evil from the beginning, full of hate, and just
wanted to hurt us, why i still have no answer, but now with my father gone
none of them can even look me in the eye, and apologize!
I was 15 but i wasn't stupid, i knew i needed to hide
away from this disease called American dream,
at that time those were just the words
and now nothing but suffering, the hole from which
there is no climbing out from, our bones will rot here
and not many will know the story why these holes stunk so bad
why those words were written on the side of the wooden casket walls
this disease The American dream, i need out, NOW!!!
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