feat. Lloyd Banks) [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] How real is this? New York City, How real is this? New York City America welcome to the land of the brave America
laced with shitty swag and it really get me mad The way we saluting flags, wrapping them around our heads when niggaz ain't become American till 9/11
in the Sixties When dreams could be held through T.V With Disney and Cronkite and Martin Luther And I believed, I believed, I believed Now I am the backseat driver from America
the sixties When dreams could be held through tears With Disney and Cronkite and Martin Luther And I belived, I believed, I believed Now I'm a backseat driver from America
that I couldn't rhyme Now I could let these dream killers kill my self-esteem Or use my arrogance as the steam to power my dreams I use it as my gas,
few parts of this american dream well my friend had a dream to be free he made it come true by giving away his tv yeah my friend had a dream to be free
school she had a passion to sing Now she see herself in a casket in dreams These are the children of crack and rap, blacks done lack Self-esteem, yo we forgot the dream
gang Rollin to school my bang, bang, hang out I'm sellin dope to strung-out fiends who always kept green What's the American Dream? Makin makin money
operation Distribution, New York, to Chicago, L.A. We gotta set our own market, and enforce it [Verse One: Kool G Rap] Champagne wishes of caviar dreams
her ass Movin' on up all the way to upper class Up another man I pass, cash like Tony Soprano King of New York taking over Chicago Ain't no Ronald McDonald, your dreams
she caught a glimps of the rainbow. She opened up a late nite club, met a cute girl and she fell in love. Now she's the cream of the American dream. (
bubble about to break Students have shut down universities and taken to the streets The DNC has left Chicago burned and frayed Cover your eyes You think America