Miss Black America

Montana
We thought big 'cause we felt little And scared the future would leave us behind We would find joy through acquisition Those happy days could not be yours or mine Until We got it all Faster than a rabbit gets fucked But Inside we're still us We acted cheap to gather riches We took the American Dream to bed And woke up impotent with sickness The weight of all the world rests on our empty heads We got it all What the hell do they mean when they say "You know, daaaahling, "Somethings got to give"? What they don't know Cannot hurt them We must tell them We must tell them From Letras Mania