Refr x2 "All of my life....I've searched for a dream...yeah...."
I remember back in the days before songs got it's bitches When I first copped K-solo, ya moms in my business Before chasin' skirts and brew with the summerjam When recess was all about doing the running man I didn't understand, I hadn't come of age Life was all sunny days, puddy clay, fun and games And evil came in the form of Deceptacons And G.I Joe saved the day with his weapons drawn And paved the way to what would later become An indifference in your mind towards the way of the gun But that's kinda hard to see when you're 8 years old Yo don't realize it, but you're being shaped and molded To think like them and stay clear of the highroad Son, keep your eyes closed, start wearing a blindfold Do as you're told, you'll be a perfect machine I believed the hype and just kept on searching for dreams
Refr x4 "All of my life....I've searched for a dream...yeah...."
By now, Cypress Hill were yelling "Cock the hammer" School and state was still feading me propaganda "Do a little of this and a whole lot of that" You're being told how to think, you're being told how to act So fuck it, I wanted to cover every road on the map And bullshit warning signs weren't holding me back See restriction was the ultimate temptation Every scary saga 'bout marijuana tickled my sensation It's human nature, older than your family tree Think about it man, it dates back to Adam & Eve But these weren't apples fed to you by snakes in the grass These were teachers, lying, trying to break you in half Telling you: "Every impulse leads to shit jobs Sex is death and weed leads to needle-pricked arms" But believe it or not, I can't blame 'em, man They had the same dream and fell for the same scam, ain't that a bitch!
Refr. 4x
Many moons passed, Reggie dropped "Doc's da name" And yours truly washed dishes for a pocket change Then finally it clicked man, I realized There's no dream to be found, only real life So fuck 'em all, fuck the cops and that bitch on the news Fuck building up the hype man, stick to the truth Fuck special interest groups out stopping the progress Fuck the blood money that they use for lobbying congress Fuck Lockheed Martin and their missile plant And fuck body by jake, fuck chissled abs Fuck diamonds from de beers, man those bastards are livin' On the misery and death of South African children Think about that every time you're yelling "bling-bling" Those who kept apartheid alive are yelling "ching-ching" So wake up and smell the piss-flavoured light beer And stop dreaming man, the nightmare is right here
Refr. 4xTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
