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my American sweetheart

First you were in my dreams
Fighting for me and you wone
Then I waited patiently
Day by day for your love
You then came up

The Cultural Ambassador

Laurie Anderson

The Ugly One with the Jewels and Other Stories

by asking another question. But the Israelis were vey curious about the Gulf War and what Americans had thought about it, and I tried to think

This is the American dream
I've got American dreams

Wife and kids who really hate me
I'll study for that business degree
Rack up all my debt
Just

I never thought about the universe
It made me feel small
Never thought about the problems of
This planet at all
Global warming, radioactive sites

the middle of nowhere, surrounded by
Good ole boys in 4 wheel drives
That get down and dirty
But still sing Amazin' Grace

American made professional grade

disease
And American contact broken by contract
America teases with American Jesus
American fate is American made

God bless America, God bless us all
God

She was a Flash in my life like a bolt through the sky,
We were both 18, learning to fly
When she told me she loved me in the back of my buddies

with me, just run it up with me
I catch this buck fifty, cheek too cheek
I tell my shooters, when to go
Like kick the sneak (sheesh)
Choppa sprayin' like

Famine

Death Angel

Art of Dying

2004

American dream gone

Mentally unfed
Spiritually dead
The flock's been misled
New kind of wicked

Turning knot rotting in my gut
Got me feeling so

Good Ole American Way

Justin Moore

Justin Moore

2009

away
The good ole American way

We can't stand by and just let it fade away
The good ole american way

I wear my name on the back of my belt

of glittering stars in American cars
I’ll let go of the wheel
And take hold of my heart so before we crash
Kiss me under the stars in American cars

Four by four

passing by feels like fate)
American you know I had to cop that foreign
(perhaps this is it, even if I keep staring again and again)
We already know it’s

rock, country, blues American tales music
Hip Hop was created by the sewage and neglect 
A feeling of abandonment, genocide and disrespect 
Put that

PITT

25th, September 1967

Dear Sandra

When I called in this, my manager's office
A few moments ago I was handed my
Very first American fan letter

Father Like Son

Yukmouth

Thugged Out: The Albulation

1998

the dice game in the alley way
yo nigga break 'em up.

Chorus *(Yukmouth)*

Look in yo eyes
an I see, a reflection of me
my little guy
thank the Lord for

controllers, and try-to-fold-ya's
But yo, watch your body

Oh, America
Not gon' bring me down today
Don't wanna see another American heartbreak
Oh, you

watch and new ring on me
No young, all American boys
Running around stealing American joy
Learning how to plot with American ploys
Young fun dumb, raw

over the railing
Staring at the ledge
(It's an) All American Breakup baby
By your request
(It's an) All American Breakup baby
If I were you, I'd know how

American Dreamgirl

Joydrop

Viberate

Hey Mr. Music
With all your illusions
Your for gone conclusions
Your grand delusions

Hey Mr. Music
My name's not honey
And don't call me dear

American between tears."

"Arnie" she said to me, "Will you turn down the radio.
You haven't slept a wink since we came to Havana
When're you gonna get

matters, is not which party controls our government"
"But whether our government is controlled by the people"
I slept and dreamt life is a beauty
I woke up

come to me
Give me your tired, the poor, the hungry
Welcome you with open arms, chains no longer on
Halo sets you free, liberty
Living the American

Palm trees and cactuses, I'm Mexican-American
Soy de la frontera, I'm a cultural experiment
Both sides of the border, yeah they treat me like

[Yukmouth]
I live the life of a hoodlum
Take ten paces, turn around and shoot 'em
Concrete Budda
We threw 'em in the creak to loose 'em
Streets