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11/4/2012 5:50:47 AM

american dream american dream as relative as it may seem caught up in a daydream looking for peace of soul life started in a hole dysfunctional as i am punctual time lost to great a cost to tear get me out this nightmare born in the gutter raised in the trench refused to be benched set aside watch as they all cried emotions held in spelled destruction of spirit and soul as the evil forces took tor
ches and burned the dream its all a smoke screen look to the dream as the present is in decay million look away but i stay in the here and now im looking to be found lost since birth earth is worse cant shake the curse i snatched the purse not insane controlling hunger pains blood stains moma's clothes dad broke her nose shes going insane from pain inflicted physical mental watch as the beatings increase the burn of the soul turn cold take hold of the bottle watch moma waddle fucked up by the amercian dream aint what it seems friends got da green help ease the pain tears run down her face so weak she feels disgraced misplaced tortured soul never to be hole not being caddie fucking thank you daddy amercian dream amercian dream aint what it seems took the mess turned it to a plus multiplied squared it increased the total dream hustling on a grind thats how ima get mine yeah i got a spine not out of line blind to the bullshit no time for mine on the street making mine spreading the cause no applause only thank you in bars in the dark found a spark tighten up torque bite worse than bark he crushed her heart tormented her soul no gold at the end of this rainbow gotta GROW up fast missed class to get that ass at 11 thought i was in heaven thank you lynn you fucking has been send your ass packing with the dog money hungry hog lost in fog another life long ago still i continue to grow glad for all thats happend even the slappin open hand to face no tears on this face bottled up explode in anger destroy from every angle as lives dangle hearts broken souls crushed worst than being hit from a out of control bus whats the fuss i was never prominent a product of my environment thanks dad you glad im not mad i understand no one showed you how to be a man its ok i got this just for you and mom cycle broken lives whole love grows explodes with happiness from the crapiness amercian dream amercian dream finally i got it what its meant to be is self contentment so i stand tall head high dysfunctions on the side got mad pride and love fits like a glove on the heart never to depart never a restart only truth spoken bent not broken spoken to the world amercian dream amercian dream amercian dream aint what it seems!!!!!!!!!
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