Lyrics:
turned 62
And on the same day that I buried her
The bank foreclosed on her house too
It's my American dream
I've been all that I can be
And nothing
a cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
You and me doin’ things everyday
All those times and memories fade away
You askin’ me why don’t I cry
Girl my heart is dying on the inside
You been
I can feel it inside of me
A sense of purpose cursed by the weak
I try to run and hide I'm scorned like a freak trying to rip my damn soul out into
Freedom the naked power
Weakened by the ages
Raped but not forgotten
All its supple secrets
Gods and liberations
Those that try to use it
Are
Road is a mother
It's just like, oh, so many others
Well, the children reject you
And the police inspect you
Looking inside the trunk
Under
to him is that
He bleeds red, white and blue
He's American true
He'd get lost in his own mind
Haunted by the things he saw
Thinkin' back to his old life
need my check too my american express oouu
I'm so fortunate it's only right I get em blessed too
I'm in tune with my higher self I got the best view
because he was
Doing positive inside of Chicago
Just like how I'm moving back
To Chicago and it's not just about, you know
Getting on stage and being
boat docks with Glocks
And got poppy seed fields with million dollar bills
Packin' all the blue steel, we keeps it real inside the battlefield
Yeah,
inside me tries to deride me despite all of my prepping and proof
Kept in a coop, watching a coup from my leisurely cell with the volume on mute
Prep for
I close my eyes spin
Take a breath and I picture us in a place
I can't recognize, cmon!
In the fire I call your name out dances
Up all night tryin'
mouth
Oh-oh-oh-oh
I would've turned my shirt inside out
Inside out, right
Control your poison babe
Brothers and foes stay safe
And we're all getting
The other day I was walking down 14th Street
It was a beautiful summer day
The sun was shining
And I found myself surrounded by Latin American
The way you spit you should be ashamed
And never see the light of the day
If you considering stepping aside please don't hesitate
Inside of chaos meditate,
cards (and all these stuff)
Let me introduce you to the fun side (inside),
where, as you can see, everything's collide (denied),
what I'm looking for its
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove a block to that shop with the liquor inside
Singin' 'Gin and Juice'
Drinkin' whiskey and rye
Thinkin' this'll be
American ghost dance
A new man who is with old ways
He walks the streets of life
But he's in chains
I'm alive he cried
I can feel the flame
Burning
Oh Americans dance on a dance floor
And the Spaniards, they dance on a table
And the Russians, they dance on a saber
But the Mexicans dance
I give you my eyes and all of their lies,
Please help them to learn as well as to see.
Capture a glance, and make it dance,
But looking at you is
to know
So I give you my eyes, and all of their lies
Please help them to learn as well as to see
Capture a glance and make it a dance
Of looking
I can see through all the bullshit
I can see through your disguise
Don't ever dare try to push me
Why don't you spare me the lies
Deep down
words, but we all can get a sentence//
Am I anti-American because I want us to improve?
Until we as revered as the art up in the Louvre?
While you
he's inside me
We've got the American Jesus
See him on the interstate
We've got the American Jesus
Exercising his authority
We've got
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