Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Searchin' For Dreams, artist - Chords.
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Song language: English
Searchin' For Dreams |
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«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 |
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«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! |
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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 |
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