The American Dream Lyrics - The Good Times - Afroman

Yes, yes thank you for inviting me here for my final speech 

Ladies and gentlemen, homosexuals, lesbians, and transvestites 

Allow me to introduce myself as the Hungry Hustler, Afroman 

I am the American dream 

Even though the government tried to experiment with me 

By placing me in the projects, I'm still the American dream 

Surrounded by drugs, jeopardized my life by living around thugs 

But I'm still the American dream 

Kicked outta Palm dale High School because I was considered 

A distraction to the educational process 

I've traveled through the complete metamorphosis of the justice system 

And I'm still the American dream 

Entered Juvenile Hall as a tadpole, hopped outta prison as a bull frog 

But I'm still the American dream 

The most rejected, disrespected, when I went for a job 

I was never selected but I am still the American dream 

And right about now, I find it quite serendipitous to see 

That all of you some-time in, wishy-washy, two-faced, back-stabbin' 

Conniving hypocrites have accumulated here in my midst 

To persecute my character with such flagrant slanderousity 

But I counter-attack by calling it constructive criticism 

And all of your negativity has been recycled into motivation 

And I am still the American dream 

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me 

I once was lost, but now I'm found, was blind, but now I see 

There's a lot of people out there who can identify with me 

Young lady right here, you may be a single teenaged mother 

But you are still the American dream 

The lady next to you, yes, your breasts may not be as big 

As men think they should be, but you are still the American dream 

Young man, you may not be a baller, shot caller, with 20 inch blades 

On the impala, but you are still the American dream 

Young man right here, you may have spent all your money 

On a hood rat bitch and didn't get no pussy last night 

But you are still the American dream 

Yes sir, I am just like Ham I'm for the black man 

The Mexican, and even poor white all human beings that have no rights So put down your past, pick up your future 

Follow me as we journey through the Red Sea, 'cause I have 

Been to the mountain top, I've seen the promised land 

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the underground category 

My mind has been delivered my spirit has been reinstated 

From the corporate world's modern-day slavery 

I've been emancipated, free at last, free at last fuck a drug test 

I'm fittin' to roll some grass, love, peace, and Afro grease, forever 

A-E-I-O-U, and sometimes W 

'Cuz I'm high, 'cuz I'm high, 'cuz I'm high