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Why do we glorify the shinny things
Bling has never been the American Dream
America was built on the backs of slaves
Now you are a slave to the gold chain
You think you made it cuz your rims shine
but whats left for your family when those rims are the reason you die
You hustle hard everyday on the corner
to obtain materials things you see in magazines
while your children are home missing their daddy
Do you think you have gotten ahead by putting a bullet in someones head
Our blood built this land and you keep striving to get under it
You plant your seeds in women instead of making a family with one
Your goal shouldnt be to make it to tomorrow
Your goal should be to buy a house, be a corporate king
Being a street pharmacist never got anyone anything
and what a hypocrit you are
You were the same boy whose mother loved the pipe more than you
Now you are helping to create a motherless world
While you trying to maintain yo bling
you are killing a family and destroying a new king
American Gangstas dont get to retire
There in jail or burning in Hells fire
In the end what will u have
nothing but a galosophy bag
something to remind you of the game you are willing to die by
in in your life what legacy will u leave
the life of a gangsta wanna be
while those who care rock that t-shirt
you are the one lying under the dirt
is the bling your only dream
Is there nothing higher
let go of the bling and be a savivor
live for you kids and the woman who stuck by you