Lyrics:
Ya not see it
They can't believe when I hit the tour
Ya not see it
I'm not ready to retire for sure
Ya not see it
I'm from the 70's, I'm down by law
Ya
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
Is this just an illusion
That I made inside my head to get me by?
Twenty years in debt
Twenty years in the government
Twenty years can never get
Yeah
This Is America
The Real America
Yo!
In beginning we were nothing but cotton pickers, In servitude
Disenfranchised, fucked by the Justice
to the land of the brave (what?)
America, welcome to the land of the slave (yeah)
Where they do anything for money, the consequences is the cage (uh-huh)
I'm accepted
By mainstream America and good in the piece
Now niggas wanna talk all greasy (why)
Like they ain't used to open up for
Me in New York on tv
the Bible code
The destruction, the hate
The obstruction of my faith
My prayers, my faith
Will never be the same
Young black America
Young black
he walks but nobody will talk to em
This type of behavior is strange and off to him
On a search for bare necessities, food clothing and shelter
But
caged more youth and educated itself on the nazis roots
We fought for years and witnessed atrocities
But Here we stand at Americas new policies ive seen
America? Who's America? Who's America? Who's America?"
Treason will not be tolerated
You have been enlisted, into a lifestyle that you may not change
and being expected to take that as a compliment.
Being Black in America means living with a constant fear whispering in your ear. Will someone judge me for
the people dying on our home soil
Trading solder's blood for oil hoping shit with boil over
Painted in red like the flag that we love
Betrayed by the ones that
of America ain't checking for me
'Cause even my dumb shit is too much for 'em intellectually
So I'm, unappreciated like a bass solo
K Solo, or a porn star's
Take, take, take for America
Break, break, break for America
Slave, slave for great America
Change, change, must change America
Take, take, take for
The little peace in me
Will die [This is not a miracle]
For this is not America
Blossom fails to bloom
This season
Promise not to stare
Too long [This is not
the Bible code
The destruction, the hate
The obstruction of my faith
My prayers, my faith
Will never be the same
Young black America
Young black
All Durham And Northumberland
Is Measured Up By My Own Hand
It Was My Fate From Birth
To Make My Mark Upon The Earth...
He Calls Me Charlie Mason
Lately, U.S.A. is gettin' scarier
Half of the Americans I see all hate America
They hate the cops doin' they best to take care of us
And kneel for
and I wore a diaper
I traded my guitar for a wooden stake
A Little Girl took away my razor and my lighter
Aha! America, America
Aha! America, America
I
complexion is the mark of one legacy
Torn into 80 sections
By all my enemies
I'm showing my pain
Don't you remember
Babies from 80s
Don't try to Ronald Reagan
Murica ain’t neva been America to me
Home of the brave land of the free
Murica ain’t neva been America to me
Home of the brave land of the free
Threats, it ain't only in America
We got it light
They say start at a young age
Making enemies the mark at the gun range
Only thing I see is
for the day
Lookin' lookin' for a way to turn the page
If this is the dream, was I made by America?
Or product of those PBS characters
A product
and ignorance, now what will it take
to break the motherfuckin' cycle, get the people away?
That's why I'm fresh out of tears for 'em, all out of tears for 'em
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