MUN ZAY - Amerikkklan Dream lyrics

I’m a project baby
A product of my environment
We used to ride around on
Bikes looking for open cars
I cut my arm on a broken handle
That’s how I got these scars
We were good boys playing in a bad world
Life was hard this was before we knew
Anything about touching girls
Too scared to approach em
I guess that stuck with me
Cus seven years later and I still get anxiety
But back to life in the projects
Never a sleepy Sunday
When them shells hit the ground it
Was always a fun day
Using fingers like we did it
Reenacting our own villains
Latеr that afternoon they still was spinning
Yeah that lеad spitting
"I heard he ain’t die" that’s what
My friend said while grinning
He had this obsession with death
I think I know where I get it
He had got shot a couple times
His body flipping like a dime
The way he fell was so mesmerizing
So sublime
They hit the corner in a knick of time
He’d surely be dead
Every bullet touched every part
Except his head
Some say luck but I don’t know
I think he’s paralyzed
Victim of the streets
A product of all the poverty
We had to overcome it
We moved out like we hit the lottery
Into a set of apartments that had gates
Hold up wait
This ain’t the end, far from it
Happy endings only come a dime a dozen
"American dream" it’s all bullshit preached
From a patriotic pulpit
The last time I believed in America
It caused hysteria
The police searching areas
To find anything to fit
The suspect’s criteria
We all look the same, so who’s to blame
"Do you gang bang?"
"Do let that thang hang?" she asked
Me that when I was eight
Before I knew anything about my race
Or seen a cop’s face
I guess I fit the description
A white cop steady on mission
They let us go
But that altercation I wasn’t forgeting
You can take a nigga out the
Projects but it’s still within him
You can take a niggas rights but
It’s still won't kill him
We are inevitable, crack flows
Drug dealers checking they schedules
The first and fifteenth is
When everybody overindulges
Eating crab legs yeah we
Was on some splurges, and purges
Food stamps hit and now everybody lit
Can you believe it
Niggas get mad and bend the
Block now everybody hit
We can’t have shit so what’s the
Use of even having it
They were a product of our environment
They won’t reach the age of
Twenty let alone retirement
But it’s okay cus everybody going to Heaven
Everybody keeps a weapon
Everybody really stepping, yea
It’s too many fake people out
Here for that assumption
You fuck with me or my family
Them rounds get to dumping
I show no mercy for a pussy
Nigga I’ll pull the trigger
Like it's nothing because it is
Murder's all the rage
Youngins get to dumping
Mags on the ground you would
Think it's Easter Sunday
But remember what I said it
Ain't never a sleepy Sunday
So when he spun I ran like my
Life was on it's last one cus it is
I still don't know what I did
Wrong place wrong time
I guess that's how it is
These cold streets swallowed my
Father long ago
It's crazy to think that I'm
Walking down that road
At thirteen he was charged
With attempted murder
At thirteen I was playing with
Toys under the cover
At seventeen focused on bigger dreams
Bursting at the seams
But It's okay I was taught to make a way
I ain't gone say I grew
Up hearing gunshots everyday
But it was pretty frequent
Like a couple yards away
Imma wrap this song up let's
Get this out the way