The American Dream - Guilty Simpson

I talk with the dead, deep, deep in my head

I’m off, I was bred where the hungry man’s dead

Talk, I was led where the red man bled

And all the other things my educated friends said

Lost in the life where the young fools sped

Never should have taught him that a gun shoots lead

That crack a get his brother and sister a new bed

Addicted to the game and things, screw feds

Any day his name can change, who’s Ed?

Go to the crib, new furniture, new threads

Steady sleep when he see those things

To be a drug dealer the american dream

To get paid something, go to every extreme

One black will leave another red for green

Falling for the tricks while the man deceives ya

Until the day you finally bite the hand that feeds you