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Africa the grass
Asia America Europe
Shakers and movers
Africa not there
It is a thing of concern
What do we do
Africa
Africa nations African people
By turning cash into a god
In comes the flood
Wake up America
In comes the flood
Wake up America
Moneytheistic religion
Saints of the red,
Jack you shit on the fence.
But the fence, the fence, is owned by America.
Sit on the fence, owned by America.
They make no pretence, it's owned by
was tryna better myself not by competing
With others but a better version of me preceding
Ten year old little sitting in the classroom quiet
Barely
in the depths of hell
I don't have it all upstairs
But who the fuck cares?
Livin' in the world no different from a cell
I'm America's Nightmare
My mind
White Way
Just like all those kids in America
And the T.V. taught us to win with no thought of losing (then I woke up)
This is the real world, the real
united hearts as one
We are a nation under God
Whose work is not yet done
America, America
God shed His grace on thee
We rise as one, we stand as one
rock in America
Little sister makes a move for the door
though it squeeks she's on the second floor
her daddy winks, is everything ok
not a sound
And say America's some motherfuckin' apple pie
Yo, you gotta be high to believe that
You're gonna change the world by a sticker on a record sleeve
Cos
to the slave castles where the water is cursed
From where police brutality's not half as nice
And makes the hood in America look like paradise
Compared
riots, we’re not threatened hearing sirens
With a message so loud, there’s no way we can be silenced
I can't breathe
Where’s the human decency?
America is
are doing too
Hey hey America
What do we mean to you?
Hey hey America
What do I mean to you?
America we adore your hair
Blown by the winds
three words say it all
Droppin' bucks, makin' dolla's
Small town man, down from the holla'
Middle finger to the world 'cause America's my daughter
We
got was "Na's, son"
Check this out, he not ready
Either you fight back or I Ether you
Thought you could face what I hand you, well this is impeccable
freedom to go about saving the earth and the ozone, we should start by paying all those dirt-poor coca farmers in South America and out-of-work loggers in
The rainbow warrior of Greenpeace is damaged in
New Zealand by two bombs.
Live aid rocks the world for the hungry,
A policeman is hacked to death in London,
How is our glorious country plowed?
Not by iron plows
How is our glorious country plowed?
Not by iron plows
Our lands is plows by tanks and feet,
in Amerika, not in Amerika
You only got 2 bucks and give less than a fuck, then you a nigga
Got a nice home and a Lexus truck, you a nigga
World
A drunk man staggers home, observes the world and decides it is reeling
The thought of what America could be
The thought of what America could be
If
the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly
one, and one invented not by our venerable ancestors, but by a devilishly clever marketing firm, not to symbolize your everlasting love, but to make
on the oceanside
They tapped into the reserve
The static response is so unclear now
Mayday, this is not a test!
As the neighborhood burns, America is falling
they call me jack n the box
My shit is so dope, its like cracking a pop
shine that light on me, put that light on me
Cause I was sent to the world, by G
a problem
Yo, yo
[Kelis]
Days, you know those days
When everyone seems to aggravate you
Unfazed, fucked up ways
Don't try to ignore, you know that
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