| [00:18.09] | As i look up at the sky, |
| [00:19.86] | I wonder why my momma always cried, |
| [00:21.84] | Was it for how fast we lived and died? |
| [00:24.21] | Or because we never got our piece of the pie? |
| [00:26.37] | Busting at the seams, the american dream, |
| [00:28.35] | Like meth said cream, boulevard of broken dreams, |
| [00:30.54] | Parents with good intentions never mention, |
| [00:33.21] | The brooklyn house of detention. |
| [00:43.47] | Free to fly, and free to try, to get our peace before we die, |
| [00:47.73] | Free to fly, and free to try, to get our piece of the pie and die. |
| [00:52.11] | Locking us down, we got cops all around, |
| [00:54.15] | The sound of sirens drown your own heart's pound, |
| [00:56.13] | But you only wanted a piece of the pie, |
| [00:58.53] | And in your mind's eye momma's still gonna cry, |
| [01:00.63] | No matter how hard you tried, whether it's truth or lies, |
| [01:03.63] | On the day that you die...but we're free to fly, |
| [01:05.88] | And free to try to get our piece of the pie and die. |
| [01:49.50] | Freedom, liberty, the kkk, modern democracy, we have no say, |
| [02:05.91] | American dream, the american way, land of the free, home of the slave. |