Lyrics:
sister but weapons drawn when she conceal a hair
Through the malls of America, past the Chick-fil-As and the Build-A-Bears
The fall of America was
I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's
VERSE 2
Now a good ole gospel sing
Was an all day long affair
Where everybody met to praise the Lord
With hands raised up in the air
The potluck was
music's heavenly but I'm just makin' noise
He sings of love and faith but me I've no remorse
I'm the all seeing eye I'm everywhere of course
Sing my song
Twenty-twenty, unexpected what a year
We're all seeing "2020" now, huh?
Crazy world, we all watch the signs
Twenty-twenty has been a trip, it is safe
faking
Time to go back to basics
Revisit all 15 stations
God I'm so gracious
Dedicated
Music is my medication
Rap is my salvation
So high feel no
America! (mhm)
Dudley Records is not a legitimate music label! (uh, uh)
Stand up for justice! Stand up for America! (uh huh)
Dudley Records is not America
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yeah, now we're gonna give a shout out, knowumsayin'?
Def Jam, knowumsayin'?
Niggas like Method Man, Redman
Say all the artists
Kado you way too dope, kid
Aye, aye, this is music you can live to
This is music that you can forgive to
Yeah, this is music we can preach to
Let
hard to actually sleep on man
What ever happened to my antique fish tank?
Announcer: You'll get all of your favorites
Josh Groban: Classical music is
When I first heard this song, I was a little boy growing up
Down in the state of South Carolina
The song had been written and recorded by a man
join gangs every day
'Cause they wanna be accepted, but at home they too neglected
Meanwhile, white America quick to call him a thug
But all he ever
December 24th. I wonder if my Lola knew that when she named my mom, I seem to find Christmas clues in my life all the time. There isn't a day that goes by
of the forty two million black people
Who are the victims of America
Aye yo we all in together now, all in together now
Hard truth soldierin', hard truth
was new
Even these 2 dudes from Hazakim
They was dropping Hebrew Jewels
I remember I used to blast their music
On the iron horse
Y'all might saw me
So long the music's died
Freedom's last hero's wasted
I made you, I'll break you
Breakdown, Goodbye America
It's all gone, kiss it goodbye
Natives, Islanders, Hispanics, Asians
Ask one if America was ever great to them
When all we see televised is hatred
Wars between nations
Poverty
A stock broker shoot his kid and throw himself in front of a train
A mother leave her baby home for two weeks all by himself
Two years old, eatin' ketchup
Church State: Virginia
Intro
In the past, I heard some disrespectful comments made about my music and my faith. It's time to address them
Verse 1
Oh my
there's just no difference, they're all the same!
It just depends on what's your point of view.
America, America the big wedge,
And they're buying up
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ain't know if I'd see daddy no more
By the time I was seven, we all moved out to the city
Southside, Minneap-, you know these trenches is gritty
Only
and
Sometimes my head would hurt
But my grandma always whistled
While she worked
Now there's folk and rock'n roll
And country music all around
And that modern
malnourished
In a place where social status is determined by commerce
And money is god he's thinking of turning a convert
All he has is his nap sack and his
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