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They say the sky is the limitWell I guess it all depends on youIn your viewsIn this American dreamDon't tell me that the sky is the limitCause it ain't about what you can doIt's a who knows whoIn this American dreamOkay you got criminals everywhere, right?Criminals smugglin' dope across borders to feed America's high appetiteKis, pounds, ounces, grams, whatever the weight of substance is gettin' towedCause drugs got a priceHome hydroponics, LSD chemistSpoon cookin' heroine, junkies fill up methadone clinicsGet caught for crack and catch a long sentenceYou ask me how I feel about that, maybe you got the wrong witnessI heard Jay Z's cool with ObamaObama must be cool with me then I guess if I'm packin' up this HondaI highly doubt it but fuck it, it's worth a shout outAt least that's what I tell the judge before I gracefully bowed outMeanwhile I'm gettin' taken to the county for recieveThere's a news flash on the holdin' cell TVBoston bombed by a terrorist at a marathon8 year old killed and the killer's still freeShit is hard to believeLetras de cancionesThey say the sky is the limitWell I guess it all depends on youIn your viewsIn this American dreamDon't tell me that the sky is the limitCause it ain't about what you can doIt's a who knows whoIn this American dreamI ain't no politically savvy citizenI'm just an average man who writes poetry about witnessin' fuckeryAnd these police who always fuck with meDo time for sharin' dirt, my boy trusted meBut I picked music over hustlin', and I made it out luckilyCould've been on corners droppin' quarters from a bucket seatMy cousins preach about the lord but all I see is crimeIf the Vatican has got the book then what the fuck is mine?Just a line with a hookYou might as well be a rapper cause you signed and get bookedAll the same to a suitBlack or white, you still a crookIf you ain't a Justin Leave It to Beaver with that lookThen just drop the egg in the skillet, let it cookWho y'all bein' tookNo I'm not a crook, son but this one ain't shookBut I'm rollin' Mobb Deep, my dreams on a Harley DavidsonPigs, I hardly wave at them, yeah I said hardlyIf I'm rude then pardon me but remember...They say the sky is the limitWell I guess it all depends on youIn your viewsIn this American dreamDon't tell me that the sky is the limitCause it ain't about what you can doIt's a who knows whoIn this American dreamMy grandparents retired from 9 to 5sThen paid for my hospital bills when mama was doin' linesI wasn't raised up like the model AmericanBut I love what it made me, life is all about where and whensWhos and hows that ultimately create my heritageMy great grandaddy Otis would sit down in his chair and thenSmoke a cigarette while he sipped on Muscatine moonshineHomemade, and reminisce about the old daysHe died of cancer when I was 5I wasn't allowed to go see him in his casket cause I would've criedI got so much value off life in such a short timeMemories stick to my heart and today they still applyThey used to share crops when they were poorHe worked his ass off at the mill and then he opened up a storeBoth of my granddaddies fought a warSo I can say what I'm sayin' in this record for you and yoursFor you and yours, trueThey say the sky is the limitWell I guess it all depends on youIn your viewsIn this American dreamDon't tell me that the sky is the limitCause it ain't about what you can doIt's a who knows whoIn this American dream From Letras Mania