The Dollar - Adam Calhoun

Twenty years

Twenty years ago

Man I have been at this for twenty years

Twenty years ago first show I was twenty years old

Time flies, I don’t know where it goes

Pulled up bumpin J through the speakers of a hoppdie

Now it’s barricades and black SUVs

Time flies when you’re miserable

First album was a CD, now everything is digital

Can’t believe I lived through everything I’ve been through

House filled with black dudes, I slept in the living room

Late night studio, rapping in the basement

Missed out on my son as a kid didn’t raise him

Caught a few cases, got locked up in state pen

I remember Tamen was eight then

I was poor sleeping on the floor, it’s depressing

I knew I wanted more, I guess it was a blessing

Now I am writing album number four in the west wing

Did a bunch of tours I can afford the best things

I went from broke as a joke to rich as it gets

I went from deadbeat dad to raising my kid

I went from hell in a cell to be able to live

I went from poor to wealth and I hate this

A dollar and a dream, it ain’t always what it seems

So be careful what you wish for

A dollar and a dream, it ain’t always what it seems

Be careful what you wish for

Life long friends that will stab you in the back

There the first ones that will ask for some cash

I can’t even talk to my Dad without his hand out

I was least likely to succeed I’m the man now

Ten cars in the polebarn I don’t even drive

Four wheelers, dirt bikes I don’t even ride

I just sit in this chair, blank stare look outside

That’s a hell of a price to pay for this life

Matter fact you know I’ve been to hell and back twice

Angels stuck by my side that I should have made my wife

But I spend my time online looking at pictures

Of Instagram models, that;s my addiction

Fly 'em out, give 'em money, this ain’t free

Stay up all night, lose sleep

Get what I need, it’s a disease

You ain’t paying them to stay, you paying them to leave

A dollar and a dream, it ain’t always what it seems

Be careful what you wish for

A dollar and a dream, it ain’t always what it seems

Be careful what you wish for

All I see is unfamiliar faces

Did my song «Racism"thought I wouldn’t say it

On tour California called me racist

Boycotted shows tryin to keep me off stages

I just keep my middle finger in the air

I’m the reason that I’m here, are we clear?

You’re in the rearview, I can’t even hear you

Double what I did in year one and year two, so here’s to

Never being satisfied, always feeling sad inside

Tell me whose down to ride, feelin' like a homicide

Always gonna speak my mind

At Least I tell the truth, tell me why you always lie

I’m done man, I’m not good with this sad rap

That’s just how I feel

It’s like a dollar and a dream, it ain’t always what it seems

It’s like a dollar and a dream, it ain’t always what it seems

Be careful what you wish for