I grew up in a small town
on the wrong side of the tracks...
At some point this sould happen to eveyone
At some point people have put up with so much shit...
Everyone always wants what they can't have
And for those people who have just about eveything...
Dreamland is a place
where we all go when...
I wake up in the morning in the ghetto
after having a dream that I'm in a field of...
Dried up blood
Loaded guns...
Live life to the fullest
Life files by so fast...
And as our heroes pass away,
We will toss flowers into their graves...
From the situation from last night
i don't have any tears to cry...
Black or white,
Tan too...
They say being nice is suicide,
Because you get bullied easily...
In a world full of lies and fakes
people try to take and take...