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