Lyrics:
[Chorus]
Cocaine business control America
Ganja business control America
KRS-One still causin' hysteria
Illegal business control America
Diamond
the young ones are growing
We're the kids in America (whoa)
We're the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights,
we bullied, stole and bought a homeland
We began the slaughter of the red man
But still from near and far to seek America
They came by thousands
they're quick to pass him by
And the ones who drop a dollar, don't dare look him in the eye
Another Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America
Sunday
the young ones are growing
We're the kids in America (whoa)
We're the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights,
one's are growing
We're the kids in America (Ho-oh)
We're the kids in America (Ho-oh)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights
too far?
Look in the mirror, that's where you are
People go by on their legs and their hands
Bury their heads in the evening sands
I gave America my
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
gonna lead it
Ya not see it k, R, S One, ya not see it
Peace love unity and havin the fun
Ya not see it
Cocaine business control America
Ganja business
stanley Crouch
Comments on his album Ain't No Ambulances
For No Nigguhs Tonight that
Uh, Chuck Berry was doing, like
A very heavy thing
A very rock and roll
you have to lose?
Reportin' live from the other side of America
Mama let me sip the forty, I was just a shorty (damn)
Then I started spittin'
(Ahahahaha, wow)
Wow, another fucking war
I am not even surprised anymore by the state of affairs
I feel like nobody cares that there are people
More than the average bear that’ll roam around in the forest
You hit it off with Drea that jealousy was euphoric
That month I made an album and no one
it seems
Get it how you live and album sales wouldn't matter
Still running through you niggas like a mother fucking bada
I was conceived under
the young ones are growing
We're the kids in America (whoa)
We're the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights,
the young ones are growing
We're the kids in America (whoa)
We're the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights,
Hook when I was in seventh grade
How naive was I to believe things would change
(They never change)
'Cause that's the America we live in
That's
the young ones are growing,
We're the kids in America,
We're the kids in America,
Everybody live for the music around,
Bright Lights, The music
and over and over i was raised by
KRS 1, I was raised by Tribe Called Quest
I was raised
By DMX the last real nigga alive? Naw
Nigga! We real
Niggas alive,
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
is in black and white
MLK turn in his grave, what has happened to America’s grace
All the journalists got something to say, bout the land of free
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,
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,
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,
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