Lyrics:
the same birthday why you actin mad at me?
In April you harassing me by may you pay it back to me
It feel more like you laugh at me, cuz I ain't make enough
and have an escape. Obie was makin' sure
It was about four or five hours later that Alice (remember Alice?
There's a song about Alice)
Alice came by
stay guided by the most high
So I stay guided by the most high
High yai yai yai yai
You say you get price point
Dem say you get price point
Well tell me
Give me American Spirit
Give me a drink from your cup
Give me a night in your backseat blurring out your windows with lust
Yeah
I take what I want
I
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ
By then we won't remember what it was like
Before you and I fell in love
We were ever not together in this life
Hard to imagine, the way it was
don't live up
To standards set by those of low
They can see but they're blind to the evidence
Pinned on me, I'm guilty until I'm proven innocent
and never complain
Boots all muddy by the end of the shift, carry on the American way
One time for the blue collar boys, gettin up before dawn and never
just be American
Equality amongst people is the product of eyes that see each other without division
One nation
One people
As one strengthened by being
Down to the banana republics, down to the tropical sun
Go the expatriated americans, hopin' to find some fun
Some of them go for the sailing,
American
Why should the thieves have all of the fun?
Selling us water by the river, they don't speak for everyone
I'm ready to run and you're making me
the name of the big picture
Is justified by all the american scriptures
Thoughtless evil untraceable guilt
And the bones of the many
Are the tools of the few
It's the American in me that makes me watch the blood running out of the bullethole in his head.
It's the American in me that makes me watch tv see
it never dies
And everyone's been sold American
Don't let me catch you laughing when the jukebox cries
Told me you were born so much higher than life
know em?
“The inequality suffered by the American Negro population of the United States has hindered the American dream
Indeed, it has
The other, deeper,
When asked, how did we, get it done
The American way, no submission
Let me tell you, a true story
This one promises, power and glory
It's a tale
the blonde by the bar
Just gave him a wink
And the words he spoke
Left me in disbelief
He said,
"Smoke whatever you've got left,
It's getting late
to God I never, ever wronged her
She's a Southern queen, she's my American dream
It's not like I was looking
She caught me unawares
But once we'd traded
you and me
Don't know what you want
You're told what to see
America, land of the not so free
You're over taxed
By Uncle Sam's crap
Things aren't bright
wing or Right
Wing conspiracy theory it is a
Widely known and accepted fact
So then explain to me how a
Nation founded by men who
Not only understood
I'm proud to be an American
Where at least I know I'm free
And I won't forget the men who died
Who gave that right to me
And I gladly stand up next
The american dream
And when he saw hulk hogan on t.v.
He said that big blond man is kinda like me
The american dream
Bobby-ray he swore that day
He would never
We see each other through different eyes
Segregating ourselves by class and size
It's me against you in everything that they do
This planet's
African girls wanna hold me tight
Everywhere I go they wanna love me ai
Put no one above me ai
London girls them wanna love me ai
American girls wanna hold
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