American Dream

I've got drugs I've got guns I've got money - hurray Now can I be a part of your American play Where we've got freedom of speech But nothing to say I'm so glad before my mother left, she taught me charades It's all for you it's all for you This is the American dream Chasing dollars on a string Well it ain't for me I've got drugs I've got guns I've got money - hurray Now can I be an actor on your unforgiving stage And I can play my role I can read my lines I can fake it, I can make it for a season in time And is this what you want from me Dead inside with a pocket full of green And this is the American dream Chasing dollars on a string Well it ain't for me This is for everyone who felt so low they couldn't get back up This is for all my homeboys that are locked up This is for everybody has ever fucked up Yeh, listen and shut up They take away your pride and bring you down Sometimes you might feel lost and not be found But you can always come back up and come around Don't ever let nobody get you down And this is the American dream Chasing dollars on a string This is the American dream And it ain't for me No it ain't for me