American Dream XV

[Intro]
It's early fall, there's a cloud in the New York skyline
Innocence, drags across a yellow line

[Verse 1]
Fresh off the boat
With a dream of stepping in a couple connections in murder and coke
Came dirty in the game like he never heard of soap
An underworld that he wanted to be over
Capone of his city with a committee to help him reach the throne
With a friendly friend to hold him down 'til he's all alone
Straight from the ghetto he thought he would never leave there
On the way up he looked down and said, "I don't want to be there"
In the end, he lost plenty of friends, including himself
He looked into the mirror, couldn't tell who he is
Looking at himself with blind eyes, the white lines did it
In the diction that didn't kick in, until he found that prison
That's still outside of jail but it's hell when you're living
With demons sending you see you soon cards, you're tripping
Not "b"s it was the "d"s that caught him in the sting
As his eyes finally opened he sees the American dream

[Hook]
These are the hands that built America
These are the hands that built America