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Dream’s come true become reality, torn apart by lies lack of morality
Fields of grass that once were green
Pavement and asphalt so sad to see
Valleys and ridges enjoyed as a child
Freeways and bridges obstruct for miles
Yeah, for at least 6 miles no longer a place to smile
Broken hopes and broken dreams and such a young child
Highway 125… The title city council has chosen
Imply it helps all spring valley monoxide explosion
Sweetwater and jamacha I once called home
Replaced by construction zones
Yeah, hard hat construction zones no longer a place to walk and roam
Broken hopes and broken dreams nowhere to call home
Squirrel’s and bees could always be seen
Concrete bridges sweetwater no longer
Creeks and streams seemed so serene
Numerous off-ramps sweetwater no longer
Flowers and birds surrounded this city
Now pollution and trash what a fuckin’ pitty
No smiles on faces no sun to be shined
Shadows are casted smog is on the rise
Yeah, lung cancer on the rise
no longer a place to live, run, and hide
Broken hopes and broken dreams how do I survive?
could always be seen, seemed so serene
What happened to my dreams, all my aspirations
Give me back my town
Give me back my street
Give me back my memories
Give me back my dreams
Can someone……Please show me……some fucking…….. inspiration
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White picket fence
A square clean cut lawn
Mom’s mini van
And a big fuckin yawn
Spend another day
Waiting for a sale
Addicted to consumerism
Follow the money trail
Bar codes and price checks
Baseball games and tv shows
Say hello to capitalism
And your cookie cutter homes
Look around all I see
Is pathetic fuckin apathy
The price you have to pay
In this pacified society
Buy me this, buy me that
I’m sick and tired of their trap
It’s been this way for years
And nothing seems to change
If you wanna save your country
Don’t buy into the American dream
Buy me this, buy me that
I’m sick and tired of their trap
Don’t buy into the American dream
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Started off as a routine traffic stop
Father and son pulled over by some cops
Suspended plates, expired license
Is this a reason for pig violence
Fuck police and there policies
Excessive force, police brutality
Boy concerned, wanted to know why
Beat him down cause he wouldn’t comply
Slammed his head against the squad car
Punched his face, this time they’ve gone too far
Fuck police and there policies
Excessive force, police brutality
He was hand cuffed, wasn’t that enough
He was 16, does that make you feel tough
He was innocent, you stupid fuckin cops
He has rights, so please fuckin stop
Fuck you Officer Jeremy Morse
You’re a coward using brutal force
Fuck you Attorney John Barnett
How dare you say Donovan deserved it
Fuck police and there policies
Excessive force, police brutality
White cop, black kid, got me thinking
Smells like pig, smells like racial profiling
They like to be tough, they like to start fights
Fuck the police, we all have civil rights!
They like to be tough, they like to start fights
Fuck the police, we all have civil rights!
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