The American Dream: Believing you get back whatever you put in.
I'm writing/rapping the Dumpster Manifesto -- reality from a different perspective.
DJ Tansey -- Rap Entrepreneur
AIM: djtansey
I have been interested in Hip-Hop since 1995. My first album was Tupac Shakur's Me Against The World. I was only 11, but his music still managed to reach me.
I miss rap with a message. It seems everyone is a megalomaniac. So I'm doing my own thing. Hopefully people will give a sh*t.
Story behind the song
Just the story of one amazing woman I know.
Lyrics
Title: The American Dream
Artist: David Tansey feat. Jemal and Sergey
Album: The American Dream
Try to imagine living in the streets
Living with nothing but your dreams to eat
Stomach churning, you got your kids to feed
Can go home if living easy is worth a beating
Every single night he came home drunk
Punched you in the face then watch porno on the couch
Now what do you do? have no money no job
Living in a dumpster, you have nothing to rob
Begging to God but he isn't listening
Busy fixing the problems you've seen on the T.V.
You're willing to work hard
The American dream: believing you get back whatever you put in
Another dream to be eaten, try to eat this one last
Have hope for the future, it helps the time pass
Do what you gotta do, make a life for your kids
Hate to suggest you should go back to live with that pig
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I've been raised to believe one simple thing
And i've been raised to believe the American dream
I've been raised to believe one simple thing
That i have a chance, you know what i mean?
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Who really understands being hopeless?
Pain is relative. No matter how bad, it could always get worse
Why struggle? Is life really worth it?
People give reasons but can they really say they're certain?
Dumpster Manifesto in the making, breaking your back
Searching for work, what does it take?
"I have no permanent address! Please! My children are starving!"
"I'm sorry mame, you need one for the job"
"I'm willing to work hard. What more do you want?
Am I supposed to sit back watch my children crying while dying?
I'm not going back, that life's not worth living
My kids get to be fed, but just learn how to hate."
"I'm sorry mame, that's not my problem"
"Fuck you too! Just wait till I'm on top!
I have the dream. I'll work my back raw
Once I get my break you'll see me soar"
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I've been raised to believe one simple thing
And i've been raised to believe the American dream
I've been raised to believe one simple thing
That i have a chance, you know what i mean?
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You've earned my respect, I had no idea
The courage in your eyes is what keeps you fighting
Applying for jobs everyday, doing your best to smile
Imagining your kids, knowing they love you
A newspaper off the street to teach your kids to read
They don't know milk and cookies but they know how to live
They have a model to follow: the embodiment of hope
Doing what's necessary to feed your kids at night
Pull that paper over your shoulder knowing you'll fight tomorrow
Living for your kids, giving you purpose
A certain smile on your face when you finally got your break
Served your first burger, moved from the street into your place
I'll admit I was wrong, glad you didn't go home
Believe me I am genuinely apologizing through this song
I know I was wrong, seeing all that I've seen
Now I thank you for showing me the American dream
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I've been raised to believe one simple thing
And i've been raised to believe the American dream
I've been raised to believe one simple thing
That i have a chance, you know what i mean?
//
