Ronnie Dylan - American Dreams [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Tell me why my life is a message, I’m just following crumbs
What I’m afraid of today, is what tomorrow becomes
And we young, but most dumb, like warnings of roast tongue
Before a hot apple cider why do we listen to none?
I’ve seen potential become, what grandma’s dentures become
Lifeless without a chance like Cyprus funds
But keep your eyes on this one, this gon’ be my best run
This the one in 20 years I say was just the test run
But yes I’m, given sympathy like Simpsons reruns
Never call the women hoes but call their pimps if they run
Clever huh? That’s why I wrote it for battle
But learned respect for women when I tried to swim without a paddle
Without a pen and pad I’ll be…where my momma left my daddy
Back at home without a phone, without a dime, call a cabby
Desperate…and yet I’m that close
You took the exits, me I took the backroads

Cause’ it’s the mind of a, young american and all the tales
All the ego all the people all the deeper tales
All the street sales and all the details
All the legacy of revolution retail
But what do we sell? I try to give you my life
Put my mission first, living a dream or a living a lie
By what determines me, you try what you heard of me
You might find the life size might fit you perfectly
Write like a sermon see, bite like a serpent see
Might catch a burglary for taking life seriously
Killing for a living spree, grandma need her linen clean
Momma got our dinner free but nothing coming mentally
I dream, what else you want me to do?
I was taught by my teachers to do what commoners do
And follow commoner rules, I say forget that
Tell me how I’m supposed to one day tell my kids that
It’s too easy to dream, but challenging too
I just play my position of trying to balance the two
Trying to balance the two, that’s all I can do
No child left behind and I’m right here with you

I was told from a young age, that the streets are watching
And dreams be the key so you don’t stay locked in
So peace to my brothers that’ll never see the top again
Open spot so I rise, unlike my poppa did
And my conglomerate, ya columns can’t argue with
This the american dream no need to politic
I speak for all of it, from rich folks to college kids
Probably see us on the hunt before they call it quits