What if the “American Dream” was a reality.
Imagine if I was born into a wealthy family.
Only if we were all born with blond hair, light skin, and blue eyes.
Imagine if we all got to the same equal opportunities in life.
What if this world wasn’t full of labels.
What if this indeed was, a land with unlimited opportunities.
Imagine if opportunities were not limited through race.
What if nothing was impossible here.
Maybe then my happiness would awaken.
Maybe, but it’s their world.
I’m just living in it.
What if, what if, what if.
We’re living on a dream,we are the dream team.
You really thought the American Dream was real.
Well, think again.
Everything isn’t what it seems
What if it was all a fantasy to begin with.
We’re a bag of skittles, with various amounts of flavors.
Born and raised on American soil.
It makes no sense
I am American.
If only I was seen as one.
Welcome to my world.
The real world
Not just a typical nation with one nationally.
Not a place where we are all, just accepted.
But where every citizen is a harsh judge.
Running out of patience
Keep that distance, who gets it?
Where the role model of the United States, is somewhat the most hated human being alive.
Where racism is eating us alive.
This is the land of labels.
I’m sick and tired of living average.
This isn’t for us, we are a different breed, coming from the damaged life
And they wonder why we’re “crazy”.
The beauty of life in the shadows, of the dangerous life
I’m going to be honest it’s hard, it’s not for me, but I’m motivated
Crazy I never thought, I’ll just get used to it all.
What if I could be myself for once.
Forming this flawless fantasy on this land frequently has been making me fall apart.
Real trust issues, tell me you ain’t noticed
We are where the homeless are just so ordinary.
Where the party is never over.
Tell them why we throw it all away
Where we can’t see one’s true identity
Blinded by our skins
We’re in this forever
Where we’re robbed from our own bodies.
Where you can’t ever get caught lacking.
Where jail cells are becoming our comfort zone’s.
Our second homes
Waiting on the letters, and the phone calls
We miss there voices, and there smiles we used to get lost in
There not the same, gambling with there life’s
Life’s not fair, they lost themselves in this nonsense
It’s a crooked system
It kills me
It been going on for so long
Where the police will shoot even though you’re dead, they killing us for no reason
We’re just trying to live.
Where death is so common, many souls are forgotten.
We’re the dirty reeking, musty streets.
Imagine if this was all a lie
Conducting with absent role models
Living on a strange dream
While the confused stray are controlling the streets.
The misunderstood lost diamonds
Be something better, bigger
You got to know your worth
Get it right, but they don’t ever listen.
But this is just the way it is
The creation of hopeless drowning emotions
The exhausting draining journey
The rollercoaster ride
Imagine if an exit was handed to us.
Doing it everyday it turned into a repetition
Where we lie to ourselves, we hide from the pain
Where we run from our problems.
Where the drugs turned them, only if they were color less or wealthy……only if
Really they just trying to numb the pain
And they still wonder why we’re “damaged”
Helicopters in the sky, we was raised on this
Feeling like the Lord missed us, like he doesn’t even care
Never knowing when it’s our time
We are American and we are in great trouble.
God’s handiwork, absolutely not.
But the work of men.
No one is held responsible.
To your pain.
To your suffering.
But a diamond is built under pressure.
This is a land where we all seem to ignore our problems.
Fake our smiles.
Fake our happiness.
Where no one weeps, no one cries.
My angel’s from above
Shining star’s in the sky
An unknown zone
Where the streets took my father, relying on my mother.
Gave up her life, the dream
Just to raise me right
Another woman in your eyes, my world in mine
My queen, my savior, my heart
How did you do it all
Picking us back up, even when you were lost.
But I thank you for it all
Fathers, mothers, children poof all disappearing.
Where bodies are dropping daily, by the blink of our eyes.
Where these bullets don’t have no names, even kids are getting hurt
I’m tired of all these funerals
But we’ve got to be strong, watch me shine for the gone.
Living it, lived it, and never forgetting it
Hitting rock bottom on my soul, do you feel me
Made out of steal
Can’t nobody get close to me
Acting like I’m on top
Even when it all shunk
America is like a book.
Every diamond has its own chapter.
Everyone has their own stories to tell.
There’s no escaping it
The American struggle
I seem to find myself fighting to survive.
The suffocating life
Drowning in my thoughts
My heart’s in the right place, but my mind’s trying to keep up
You can see it in my face
You can hardly understand
Look into my eyes
You got to understand, what the world’s all about
It is what it is
Life moves on
You keep breathing
We keep living
No worries, life is hard
Don’t let it phase you
Don’t let them see you down.
You want to be fighting, while observing the world
No hurries, but you must be passionate
As your goals grow, don’t be worried
Wake up, grasp it, and go after it.
Sit back and pay attention
Patience is critical
Hope is key
Without it your just another coping diamond
Shatter and misread
Douted, but the strongest
Lost, but I’m living
Damaged but I’m whining
In this position you can’t work with your feelings
Everything I’m about to get, I earned it
Maybe not living an American dream.
But I am a diamond.
And this is my struggle
It’s a beautiful struggle.