Good rebels

Chains hang low
Got a pocket full of dreaming
All the kids I know
Just need something to believe in
Money, Sex, Drugs, Poverty, Liquor store, robbery
Rebels yelling bang! bang! bang! bang!

Put your money on a kid with a dream
Bigger than the crib he had in his teens
Rebels of the youth in a black whip tinted
Trying to kill time in the back seat lifted
Getting so high cause you feel so low
When you don't know why but you feel so cold
Just trying to get by
Trying to get away from all the things you always hide
Shall we take a trip
To the end of a world that don't exist
You've seen many moons
Can't imagine all the moments that I've missed
But I've been hurting
Thank God the pain is what kept me going
Cause through the hurt
I just kept on growing

Chains hang low
Got a pocket full of dreaming
All the kids I know
Just need something to believe in
Money, Sex, Drugs, Poverty, Liquor store, robbery
Rebels yelling bang! bang! bang! bang!

Young black boy trying to be Bob Dylan
In a youth
In a city
Where the kids just real
Meet the black Bart Simpson
And my coalition
March to the beat
My voice is your rhythm
Word to Allah
Kids are so ready
Flooding your streets, a flow with no levy
Can you feel it getting close
Getting better than it ever was before
Shall I take a hit
Of the blunt that I said I wouldn't smoke
Just to feel the high of a place that I said I wouldn't go
We're just rebels, rebels, different levels to this shit
See Mendoza made the soundtrack
Sonny wrote the script
And we good

Chains hang low
Got a pocket full of dreaming
All the kids I know
Just need something to believe in
Money, Sex, Drugs, Poverty, Liquor store, robbery
Rebels yelling bang! bang! bang! bang!

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