American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night
Those without the passion who won't fight for their dreams are the people i don't like
Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.
Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy
Remove their hands, they got none
Go where you ain't been
The richest place on earth
Upon people and their banners
Your raps don"t even rhyme!
If out of line
The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined
They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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