Searchin' For Dreams - Chords

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«All of my life… I've searched for a dream… yeah…»

I remember back in the days before songs got it’s bitches

When I first copped K-solo, ya moms in my business

Before chasin' skirts and brew with the summerjam

When recess was all about doing the running man

I didn’t understand, I hadn’t come of age

Life was all sunny days, puddy clay, fun and games

And evil came in the form of Deceptacons

And G. I Joe saved the day with his weapons drawn

And paved the way to what would later become

An indifference in your mind towards the way of the gun

But that’s kinda hard to see when you’re 8 years old

Yo don’t realize it, but you’re being shaped and molded

To think like them and stay clear of the highroad

Son, keep your eyes closed, start wearing a blindfold

Do as you’re told, you’ll be a perfect machine

I believed the hype and just kept on searching for dreams

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«All of my life… I've searched for a dream… yeah…»

By now, Cypress Hill were yelling «Cock the hammer»

School and state was still feading me propaganda

«Do a little of this and a whole lot of that»

You’re being told how to think, you’re being told how to act

So fuck it, I wanted to cover every road on the map

And bullshit warning signs weren’t holding me back

See restriction was the ultimate temptation

Every scary saga 'bout marijuana tickled my sensation

It’s human nature, older than your family tree

Think about it man, it dates back to Adam & Eve

But these weren’t apples fed to you by snakes in the grass

These were teachers, lying, trying to break you in half

Telling you: «Every impulse leads to shit jobs

Sex is death and weed leads to needle-pricked arms»

But believe it or not, I can’t blame 'em, man

They had the same dream and fell for the same scam, ain’t that a bitch!

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Many moons passed, Reggie dropped «Doc's da name»

And yours truly washed dishes for a pocket change

Then finally it clicked man, I realized

There’s no dream to be found, only real life

So fuck 'em all, fuck the cops and that bitch on the news

Fuck building up the hype man, stick to the truth

Fuck special interest groups out stopping the progress

Fuck the blood money that they use for lobbying congress

Fuck Lockheed Martin and their missile plant

And fuck body by jake, fuck chissled abs

Fuck diamonds from de beers, man those bastards are livin'

On the misery and death of South African children

Think about that every time you’re yelling «bling-bling»

Those who kept apartheid alive are yelling «ching-ching»

So wake up and smell the piss-flavoured light beer

And stop dreaming man, the nightmare is right here

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