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the Japanese internment camps?
Can you see it in the rope
Noose
Dangling from the tree?
Is this the "American Dream"?
Can you see it in Seneca Village?
In
mane
S'till, my baby girl and son is the main thing that I value most
Family, fuck a xanny, I'm puffing on this flower though
You piece of shit, no
by, who the fuck you keep around?
That's a big reflection of who you are inside (What?)
Going through some shit, and I almost died
Came the time, I had
the shadows
This ain't a game
We're coming by stealth
You know I got wealth
Brain carnage self
THERE'S no return
Speeding neck and neck with my own
We better check ourselves, look at how shit has been
Take a look where you live, this is America
And we are Americans
I make beaucoup bucks,
would answer me
When I asked them where I was
'Til a man who looked something like me
Said to me, "now listen, son"
"This is the new America"
"This is
dope and raw
Hoping all y'all come in peace
And it's open bar
Tear the roof off this bumba raasclaat
By the end of the night spaz like shazbot
Spilt
This is the part where I'm supposed to say something poetic
Fuck that
Imma be honest
War was declared specifically on black people
African people
The big drive-by South Central
South/ Central America
The big drive-by is when
the U.S. military flies by
Bombs, thugs, helicops
over South Central
on the moon
Ride on to life
It's what you make it
In Gods country
Eye for an eye
This is only in America
From the pils of dollar bills
To the poor
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's moving
She won't just let it pass her by
She's hanging on to hopes to love
Ambition riding through her blood
Your eyes they used to say
Come take this girl
America, America
God shed His grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea
Ooo Ooo Ooo
Ours is a nation, a nation
RECONNAISSANTE
This ain't no dream
This is me, this is who I am
This is everything bacchanalian Scandinavian by way of America America America America America
me where I lay
When all of our grey's fade to black
Shattered hopes
By your schemes
All these years
I never dreamed
And this is what you've left
need of capital, in search of a loan
And it's a few bankin' institutions who got the remedy
But this is America
Where credit is for the privileged
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's moving
I
Inspired by God so go ahead and take a look
They say this is America the land of the free
Got me walking in the spirit and His authority
Light of the world
or something
Check it, I’m reading an article at this very moment by Gary Younge
Its titled what Black America means to Europe
Read it, teach the children while
order to get at spots
We only licked the shots because we was against the cops
But this hip-hop has gone into a flip-flop
By signing anyone that sees
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
kids, moms and dads, people ready to fight for the flag
Damn, when did s*** get this bad?
America kill the innocent too, the cycle of violence is sad
to be drowned out by an Angry mob"
"The most peaceful day of protests"
"Law and order"
"Mounted police and the tear gas"
"Security, not anarchy" (This is
still I write this one
Like This
America nah gon like this one
Nah gon like this
Try and fight this one
Try and fight this
President nah gon like this
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