Il testo della H

So you want to be an american dream
Just like my older brother
Can you wake before the sun, hunt the game until its won
And make a golden trade like no other

I always run with vultures and kings
I do my best when theres blood on the street

So you want to fly the friendly private skies
Just like my older brother
Can you think clear, fast, and slow
Know what other vultures dont
And let it trickle down like no other

They tell me now nobody knows me
I try to care what they think of me now