This is a song about "The street dream"

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Succeed in what you love the american dream

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Leave you severed across the street

You forget this shit comes from the street

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

If you saw me on the street

Have no souls indeed

The pendulum swing it's not a dream

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

Bang! is the only sound of the street

Forget the police! i'll piss in the street!

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Just before they seen my money in the green

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream