The American Dream

The American Dream

by Sam Flot

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The underground is presenting a united front

Against the smoky burning skies

Of the crumbling foundation of the fantasy called

The American Dream

Calling all the dreamers

To the forefront of awareness

Signifying change in the pattern we created

Are creating

Will create

Change in the pattern and

Ripples in the pond

From the middle rippling outward

Sending the message in waves repeating

We all stand strong

We all stick to message

We all stand in the rubble

Of the crumbling burnt basement and

We all stand tall when

We look into the mirror and

Reflect on the days we believed in picket fences

On the days we believed we could make ourselves a living

On the days we believed what they told us

We could have it all

And

We can and we do

But it isn’t in the houses and

It isn’t in vacation homes

It isn’t in the comfort of a cottage with a mortgage

When the mortgage comes due and

The refuge is reduced to a house not a home and

The sleepers keep on sleeping and

The dreamers never wake up and

The dream goes on

Ruining generations of hopers

Bent on the good life

Wearing the labels and

NOT driving their own cars

But the buck has stopped back there and

The alarm clock never went off and

America slept in late

Dreaming and thinking it was

Fulfilling on some kind of retribution

Aimed at the assumptive suspects and

We never even got a chance to think about forgiveness and

We never even got a chance

To think about NOT fighting back and

We never ever got a choice and

The whole entire time

They told us

The whole entire time

They sold us  

On a dream that was a nightmare

Left us trembling and scared to face the future unprepared

They told us of a dream that could only happen here

They sold us on a nightmare of paranoid fear

But the underground’s united

On the front of the horizon

Sorting out the leftovers

Waking up late

To no job and no chance

Staying up all night making music

To which we dance

Flot

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