La Coka Nostra, Apathy - America lyrics

Inequality is really unprecedented
Talking about the American dream
It's all collapsed
There was an expectation that things
Were gonna get better there isn't today

Half-grinned dotty eyes
Shadowed by his hat brims
Stocks press red line
Shotty in the black Benz
Five fetched headlines
Followed by a rap fiend
Red blood dripping in a black sink
Bottom line back end, money in a fat link
Gold chain, full drinks spilling on his
Linens with the cocaine
Women on his tip, made the models nervous
Putting waitresses through college with
The bottle service
The kind of drug dealer's dreams
You can follow furthest
Using yesterday's bullets for
Tomorrow's murders laughing with the passion
With the masterminds, just to pass the time
Raise a glass of wine for the working man
He's asinine
The craft of crime, blue collar tradition
The high class or the two dollar edition
All salute to the man sipping cold whiskey
Where pursuit of the gold could be so risky

Once upon a time in America
We were told that the roads
Would be paved with gold
But when the well's done drained
And the shells come flying
Go to church but it still
Won't save your soul
Once upon a time in America
We were told that the roads
Would be paved with gold
But when the blocks get shot up
While the cops sweat product
Go to church but it still
Won't save your soul

My whole circle is large
Barbarians with surgical scars
Send you vertical to the stars
While avoiding the murder charge
Blow your brains like Kennedy
In convertible cars
We stay trapped on the block
Like cows herded on farms
Heard the alarm, then my brain froze
I'm marked with plain clothes
Hopping out and popping my peoples
Giving 'em halos
The beast feast on fear and power and greed
Powder the weed
Planting weapons where the innocent bleed
The ignorant breed descended wicked
Sons with guns to shoot first
Then interrogate with bloods in my lungs
I swear to Jesus the police are
The fiendish serving to Satan
A serpent's forsaken the searches
They nervously shaking
The shots shatter sound matter
Body splatters and drops scatter the block
Ain't a predator deadlier than the cop
Nightsticks leaving sticky blood stains
On my white kicks
For slinging that white, bitch
I stay on the night shift

Once upon a time in America
We were told that the roads
Would be paved with gold
But when the well's done drained
And the shells come flying
Go to church but it still
Won't save your soul
Once upon a time in America
We were told that the roads
Would be paved with gold
But when the blocks get shot up
While the cops sweat product
Go to church but it still
Won't save your soul

Went from blocks in the sandbox to
Rocks on my man's block
The only threat, these fag cops
Kept it moving like black ops
Used to be park bench philosophers
The forty ounce bottle mafia
Now we sipping wine with tilapia
Whether from Crooklyn or Compton
Turn your problems to options
Fuck devils, demons and
Monsters, American dreaming, constant
Building schemes up to profit
Built to defeat the nonsense
Either kill em with kindness or pop them
And drop them in a ditch
On to the next endeavor, we investing forever
But tomorrow's a lifetime away
From this very second
And it only takes a second to fire a gun
Another second to die young
Is this the American dream or
A nightmare? Is life fair?
I don't know but I'll be right there
With ya if they try to hit ya
Standing back-to back with pistols
In the picture
Eight million stories like the
Riddles in the scripture

Once upon a time in America
We were told that the roads
Would be paved with gold
But when the well's done drained
And the shells come flying
Go to church but it still
Won't save your soul
Once upon a time in America
We were told that the roads
Would be paved with gold
But when the blocks get shot up
While the cops sweat product
Go to church but it still
Won't save your soul