Lyrics:
livin' in America
Just make it what you want it to be
Soap opera child with hope in her eyes
Lookin' for a starrin' role
She came into town and acted
does it flow?
Because I said so
I said so
How do I believe?
Only you can answer that question
How do I dream?
You have something in a someone worth
toys, they make lots of noise
But the Ukraine people ain't scared
They’ve got molotov cocktails hidden in the brush trails
Come on in if you dare, you can
to tell a story, oh, baby!
Blood on the walls, street life
America's worst nightmare, ahead by light years
Hip hop's only shining star in the night's
political system
The Founding Fathers would think that we listened
Make America great? It never really was
Make it great for the first time because (Huh)
an asterisk after it
After all I can make a call
I can baptize a brick
As I wash away my sins like a Catholic
Who the fuck ain't mastered this
America's
God's people no need to fright
Cos Christ has paid the price
Seems like you'll never make it
By faith you can change it
Believers always take it
With
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
entertainment
And ideas but when we make everything
In China and not America, then
We're cheating on our country
And we're putting people in positions to have
the fucking truth
(Told by the frightened)
Is it the end of an era?
Is it the end of America?
Is it the end of an era?
Is it the end of America?
No,
speak
Sad song for America
Sad song for America
He vows to make you great but in its place
He throws you in disgrace
Let's pity America
Let's pity
friends
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?
Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need
an asterisk after it
After all I can make a call
I can baptize a brick
As I wash away my sins like a Catholic
Who the fuck ain't mastered this
America's
of America
Too many giants, Jack's beanstalk is bursting
Milk and blood, blow by blow
Skin in a simple stalk, clean
Nothing but iron hearts, that are chained
country boy shit hillbilly like it's Beverly
Cherry red Chevy, lift kit about a couple feet
Roots in my boots and I ain't gotta prove shit
Follow me down
devastation multiplied by corruption
Is this the revolution?
Or is it time to start busting?
There's not much air left in our lungs as a country
So they're
guilty when she takes His name in vain
So she folds her last two dollars and she drops 'em in the plate
It's Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America
of fire
Some survive
Others shall be cast alight
Into a burning pit of fire
Isolated
Wallowing in the shame
No resurgence
Preparations
For
Yesterday was the freshest nigga in America
I swear to God I ain't lyin' bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh
In America
Don't get it fucked up
Niggas talkin' bout oh
women
Grab the world by the pussy, it’s mine for the taking
“Making America Great Again…
What has America ever been great in besides genocide?
Besides
ay, I'm a take it
Yeah
I'm a take it step by step,
Take some time yeah e eh
Whoa
Just keep pressing
Just keep pressing
Make sure you don't miss that
Enter into our world, our arms are open wide
To give them our freedom, we walk by their sides
Take the gifts we give them, sometimes it gets old
Turn
Quizá sea amistad o bien amor
I'm America's Nightmare
My mind keep stepping in the depths of hell
I don't have it all upstairs
But who the fuck
feet to the metal of life and see just how fast it goes
Fuck the world, gotta make that bitch grab her toes
And Rock game never goofy, no weapon shall
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