deep ish...produced by Archimedes
America's Nightmare; Young, Black, And Don't Give A Fuck
Rap In It's Rawest Form
Story behind the song
deep track by system of a down
Lyrics
when i have dreams at night
being attacked without havin energy to fight
government sayin that i dont need my rights
being on trial, lawyers say i dont need advice
im all alone
so i look up into the night sky thinkin
why i always gotta be the nice guy sinkin?
in the quick sand, another twilight victim
i was born and raised just to go on suicide missions
my daughter doesnt live wit me, my own mother is sick of me
sometimes i wanna kill myself, i dont mean lyrically
when im sittin at home composin my next symphony
i wonder how im ever gonna end all this misery
so i tell god, look at what you did to me!
i know it aint his fault, but i wish i had it differently
u couldnt walk in my shoes, so i hit you wit the imagry
listen g, you about to see the secret of this mystery
step into the mind of a man on the edge
who wants to jump off cliffs and land on his head
sleep in a grave, hold hands wit the dead
i wanted love, but i was abandoned instead
i felt alone, even livin in a home of three
nobody wanted my company so i roamed the streets
i felt like a sick dog lookin for bones to eat
but i felt like i g cuz i was holdin heat
only led to more beef, puttin holes in teeth
wit the rotten taste of anger i was so in need
of a path out of danger so i could go in peace
to a place to plant hope and to grow my seeds
and the place was a rhymebook, when i flow i breathe
my private getaway form this world where i know i bleed
where im free to live life, i suppose im being
quite ridiculous, why do i even show my dreams
all i could do is look to the future, try to make changes
everybody got a struggle, men of all ages
some are livin in castles, some are caught in cages
some are makin the beats, some are on stages
both are workin together, if you dig my logic
apply it to life, im talkin bout a bigga object
you got ya worker beez and you got the queen
but both are little specs of dust in the universal scheme
non of em is important, thats how i feel about it
call me pessemistic, but im being realistic
we aint shit, we a bunch of little fuckin midgets
nobody knows we exist, thats why we have religions
to give us hope, cuz we know we gonna sleep wit fishes
they say you go to heaven, but that shit is real ficticious
you aint goin nowhere, but underneath some dirt
gettin eatin by maggots, i know it hurts
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