[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.