The Dream

They say everyone has an American Dream.

I ask what do they really mean?

They say it’s that something that’ll make you grind for weeks.

I say “Oh really?!” Because I’ve been working nonstop, with little to no sleep.

 

Shift after shift, making minimum wage.

They tell me to hold on, there will come a day…

 

Well that day has come and they day is now

Where I finally cracked the code and I found out how…

 

How they abuse the poor,

Serving the elite first when they ask “Who wants more?”

Cutting corners, it’s starting to make me wonder…

Is this the Dream that they were telling me?

 

I wake up in a daze

And to my amaze-ment

This is reality.

This is not the Dream they were telling me.

This is where the feet hit the pavement

At 4 o’clock in the morning to labor for low payment.

 

Living paycheck to paycheck, barely making ends meet,

Sometimes not even sure you’ll have enough to buy your kids something to eat.

Bills stacked on the table, calculating through the night.

Praying to the good Lord that He’ll help you through this fight.

Grandmoma told me when the going gets tough, all you need is a little prayer.

But God sometimes I can’t feel You there.

I know faith is not a feeling, but right now I need a touch,

Because I can’t take this anymore, it’s just too much!

I fall to my knees and cry myself to sleep,

Morning comes and I wake up to another long work week.

 

I get tired of praying every night so I take matters into my own hands.

Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do and make your own plans.

Whether it’s right or wrong, I don’t really care,

Because a way of escape is just not there.

Slinging and pumping, veins full of coke.

It may be illegal, but at least now I got some hope.

 

Telling myself after this move I’m gonna stop,

Because God forbid I get caught by the cops.

Red and blue often a sign for freedom,

But they just sentenced me to life,

And my kids, I’ll probably never see them.

 

Now I’m locked up in the hole with nowhere else to go,

And my family on the other side,

And that glimmer of the Dream growing cold.

 

They say everyone has an American Dream.

I ask what do they really mean?

They say it’s that something that’ll make you grind for weeks.

I say “Oh really?!” because I’ve been locked up with a cellmate and prison warden that won’t let me sleep a wink.