The American Dream

Gold Diamond rich with them carats Bold red lips and them plastics Gold Blood dripping it's a classic American Dream...... Cars real sick with them ice cream Scares real thick please don't judge me Noise They protest but they don't hurt me My American Dream..... The dark it sings mostly every night The Streets they glitter even without out the lights...... The Clothes the food Babe it's such a delight Live'n de American Dream American Dream They saw we don't slept at night But they don't know we lost our minds Cuz we both know how crazy it, I measn how perfect it The more we ignore our problems, the more we create new ones


This poem is about: 
My country
Our world


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