Lyrics:
the young ones are growing)
We're the kids in America (whoa)
We're the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody lives for the music-go-round
Bright lights,
nappy and too harsh
Strike 3, you can never be better than us
You ain't American, you're just another black man in America
Alone he stands this man from
of snow and ice
'Cause America's plain crazy
Now to join the Canadian fraternity
And live with the rest of modernity
You won't get arrested by ICE
You just
Freedom
Isn’t Free
(Yeah yeah)
Ohh freedom
(Yeah we going back old school)
Isn’t Free
I go by the name of Mc Rafiki
Mike check 1,2,3
Yeah
Check it
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
a difference
I am just another nigga go figure
To live in and die in America
To live in and die in America
To be young and then die in America
To be young
It's so sad
Another school shooting
Every day, closer to home
A yellow school bus
Full of lives
A casket on wheels
Rolls on by
We're all guilty
We're
live! Not only that but you've got a bumper package of serious songs.... live! Goodness!
Released the 23rd of September 1985, and they got to a chart
And hollow in my work I examine
The America we live in
And I've always tried to show people
That the devil we blame our
Atrocities on is really just each one
We Trust
He's still watching over all of us
And my America
The American dream still lives in this town
And for our children, we gotta pass it down
much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me (land
so much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me
heros
Who fight to set us free
The front line warriors wearing PPE
Working as for a united humanity
America, built by selfless heros
Risking their lives
at the wrong time
In the wrong place
Woah, woah
She's a pretty face
Her mama say one day she's gonna
Live in America
Yeah, America
Woah, woah
She's
Live in America
In the morning
She is waiting
Waiting for the ship to sail
Sail away
Woah, woah...
Her papa go to war
He gonna fight
But he
What is America to me
A name, a map, or a flag I see
A certain word, democracy
What is America to me
The house I live in
A plot of earth,
I said America the beautiful
Land of free, home of brave
Everyone is born and raised to think like a dead man
When you alive you the lowest
your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
You see, we live by the gun,
your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
You see, we live by the gun,
your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
You see, we live by the gun,
yeah
The album name, damn it's a POISON
So many people may get poisoned
Man, the life can be poison
You can talk crazy, bring your boys in
Her Calling - America
Words & Music by: Rick Denzien
Verse 1
he came in and tossed his bags - & put his books on the table
read a letter from an old
Who you know rapping like this
You can tell I'm cooking by the flick of my wrist
I used to run the city in the 919. More money, more woes, Now I'm
live in America
Oh say can you see
Brought to America
Chains by the sea
We're made in America
But you can’t buy me
Lord knows I’m damned
I can’t go back
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