Dreams Dreams don’t come true People die still hoping And you just be glad they do Because dreams should not come true What if everyone had the dream Of having a million dollars And everyone got their dream A million dollars would be a nickel And they would still be just as poor And happiness would turn into despair Because we got what we looking for Just not our fair share And even if you owned a million bucks There would really be nothing you could do Because in our time the price of someone’s soul is only worth a nickel or  two and if your stacks of nickels represented all the people you killed Would it be better to have empty pockets or both your pockets filled?