[Intro: Noam Chomsky]
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
[Verse 1: Slaine]
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
[Hook: Slaine]
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
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
[Verse 1: Slaine]
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
[Hook: Slaine]
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
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