The Golden Child
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Having big dreams mean,
picking up the pieces,
like a corpse from a murder scene,
each dream deceased,
poisoned by oppression,
and crushed by jealousy,
ever since i made an impression,
i received feedback of envy,
dreaming of cash in abundance,
falling short everytime,
becoming unknown like the channel "Sundance",
taking anger to sever rhymes,
Poetry makes my dreams come true,
cuz society won't allow me to proceed,
or perhaps i should sleep and let it overdue,
so i can escape everyone telling me whut i need,
im so sick and tired,
of these people around me,
now theyve got me a bit wired,
cuz all they do is look down me,
"America, Land of Opportunity",
but read the fine print,
"All Ethnic groups have separate Unity",
they treat my dreams like buttons and lent,
everyone needs the dollar,
so my dreams of greed takes over,
and now my dreams are filled with creepy crawlers,
im a blade of grass waiting for the lawnmower,
yet in schools they build me up,
and gave me my confidence,
they made my dreams tough,
and another level went my competence,
then as i rise to the top,
my dreams are in the toilet and flushed,
so i sit here wondering when will this stop,
realize a dream and society will crush...
picking up the pieces,
like a corpse from a murder scene,
each dream deceased,
poisoned by oppression,
and crushed by jealousy,
ever since i made an impression,
i received feedback of envy,
dreaming of cash in abundance,
falling short everytime,
becoming unknown like the channel "Sundance",
taking anger to sever rhymes,
Poetry makes my dreams come true,
cuz society won't allow me to proceed,
or perhaps i should sleep and let it overdue,
so i can escape everyone telling me whut i need,
im so sick and tired,
of these people around me,
now theyve got me a bit wired,
cuz all they do is look down me,
"America, Land of Opportunity",
but read the fine print,
"All Ethnic groups have separate Unity",
they treat my dreams like buttons and lent,
everyone needs the dollar,
so my dreams of greed takes over,
and now my dreams are filled with creepy crawlers,
im a blade of grass waiting for the lawnmower,
yet in schools they build me up,
and gave me my confidence,
they made my dreams tough,
and another level went my competence,
then as i rise to the top,
my dreams are in the toilet and flushed,
so i sit here wondering when will this stop,
realize a dream and society will crush...
