All American Dreams by Emanuel X Lyrics

Verse 1: (Emɐnuǝl X)

This for the '92

Fuck the law
Nobody Above it/

Police brutality still
Occurin In public/
You gotta love it/

Harass skaters for
Poppin A pop shove it/

While poppin some popcorn
For entertainment cuz we puppets/

Narcotics within my pocket
Put profit in my wallet/

Ambitious but I bet Lazy's
What the government calls it/
Pointing fingers Witt
Skeletons all up in ya closet/

But you'd do the same to feed ya kids
And keep a running faucet/

Im 19 and that scenario
Was hypothetic/

Ya sources were eclectic So you
Read me wrong like dyslexics/

My flows tighter than
Seventeen Feminist sexists/

In texas claimin mens injustice
Protesting infront of fences/

I see problems and wanna fix 'em
While Flowing like Nockamixon/

Not to mention Americas been
Corrupt since Nixon/

I got 2 cents but I never spend em
They stay in my denim/
Cuz in the end A snake will choke
On his own venom/
Nigga

-hook- (JMars)

Livin in a world where
Feelings are temporary/

And passions come secondary
Cuz moneys what's necessary/

Nobody wanna say it cuz
Facin the truth is scary/

But All American Dreams sit
On Indian cemeteries/

Nott everything
Is What it seems/

Tired of the fuckin law
And they mothafuckn schemes/

I'm just Tryna live the
All American Dream/
My squad fulla faith Thas
The All American team/

Verse 2: (Emɐnuǝl X)

Spew anger on these
Percussions the repercussions/

Keep the reaper comin cuz when
You die you gonn leave witt nothin/

Ignorant niggas
I'm willin'a teach you somethin/

Either keep ya sneakers pumpin From
The truth or keep ya speakers bumpin/

Fuckin bitches and gettin
Dollas won't kill ya problems/

Neva truly solvem once you
Peak you slalom to the bottom/

Pros and cons in rap
The pros are cons/

Pawns to labels a fable
But the ghettos phenomenon/

Not everybody gonn
Make it/

Live the American dream
And niggas gonn try to take it/

Lifes ain't always fair
But fuck it nigga juss face it/

Cuz death gonn come regardless
So you might as well juss embrace it/

The future of this worlds
In the youth/

But for dollars in Guatamala
Young girls are prostitutes/

You miss 100 percent of
The shots you don't shoot/

So the chance of havin a dream
Is a blessing, Thas the truth/

My nigga

-hook- (JMars)

Livin in a world where
Feelings are temporary/

And passions come secondary
Cuz moneys what's necessary/

Nobody wanna say it cuz
Facin the truth is scary/

But All American Dreams sit
On Indian cemeteries/

Nott everything
Is What it seems/

Tired of the fucking law
And they mothafuckn schemes/

I'm just Tryna live the
All American Dream/

My squad fulla faith Thas
The All American team/

Verse 3: (JMars)

Put in position Pray to
Him that they listen/

I'm cruising through difficulty
Impossible is the mission/

Look at all this GOD Given
Ambition that's been bestowed/

We picturing bottle cases in
Places we finna go, we/

We on the road, somebody
Pour me a glass/

On my grind till I cover
Time, history class/

Ready to put them broke
Days in the past/

See what the future holds

Debted all my limits and
Stunted all at the funeral/

Yeah, so I'm probably someone
That you should know/

I promise that ain't cockiness
I'm just stating the obvious/

We obviously wanted, words
Of a generation/

I might as well go and get it
Never seen a point in waiting/

Been patient for way too long
Storm follows the calm/

So this hurricane been steady
Tell them niggas they ain't ready/

Been patient for way too long
Storm follows the calm/

So this hurricane been steady
Tell them niggas they ain't ready, JM/