song by Ryshon Jones
American Dreamless lyrics

The American dream got striped of its meaning
Tiptoe on the edge of desire
I'm leaning, falling victim to the things I never questioned
If I can get the things I need in my possession
Expressions on my canvas, everybody's blood, sweat, and tears
I hope that peace don't smear
In some days I fear being ahead of my time
It might sound strange, but I'm speaking my mind
Listen this, we can exchange, for your ears I give you real shit
It's the time and place to make it move
Make something that moves, you nigga, fearless
For your heart I give you a ticked to inner peace
Inner peace, put the mic down to my soul, let that shit hum a melody
Big enough to clear these black clouds over me
My visions of me balling more realer than me falling
Got lost in instrumentals, I think I missed my calling

Yeah, AMERICAN DREAMING, yeah, AMERICAN DREAMING
Tell me what is the meaning if America's dreamless
Yeah, AMERICAN DREAMING, yeah, AMERICAN DREAMING
Tell me what is the meaning if America's dreamless

If this is your first time hearing me
You about to experience something so free
Nightmares of being unaware
A dream killer left a bomb where I lay my head
Yo, dissect my intellect, beat success, punching bag
And plan life's instrument, this better get your interest
Over nice celebrities you'll never remember
Somebody come in, I'm in need of a glimmer
Feel a halo, the sun good , the older will linger off
Good karma and bad karma, I can't decide for it all
I guess the car's defeated, I guess the car's defeated
Take you to a lake of E and J, stands, holy water that need cleaning
Sip that, you leaning, then I tell you the meaning of being a victim
To God's criticism
He too deep, what the fuck? I don't get him
I brought the timber while I wish I was ready
Go track the whip on the road to do better, holding real steady
I brought the timber while I wish I was ready
Go track the whip on the road to do better, holding real steady

Yeah, AMERICAN DREAMING, yeah, AMERICAN DREAMING
Yeah, AMERICAN DREAMING

Fire far from my face on my victory lap
Never calm before the storm, guess it's hard to relax
Tell you how to do it but don't say the consequence
You control where you go, my nigga, that's common sense
And this is watching a star fall without wishes
I swear, it's like a curse to be gifted
Compare your faith to a dollar while your shit pile up
Justify my luck, justify my luck, nigga