Lyrics:
the sun America
Hello British Empire
Hello Roman Empire
Hello Soviet
There is a new kid in town
Joining the gone down
Finding what you found
Treading
legal if it's owned by a doctor
Everything you do in private is illegal
Everything's legal if the government can see you
Don't get me wrong, America is
HATE IN AMERICA
MADE HERE IN AMERICA
CUSTOM MADE IN AMERICA
HATE IN AMERICA
WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BASKIN
©WARM SPRINGS MUSIC 2020
BLACK IS
said, "Why don't they just get rid of the guns
Like they did in Australia?"
I sat there befuddled and said
"I don't know what to tell ya
But
America's most complete artist"
"What's your name boy?"
"I.. am.." "America's most complete artist"
"You better get ready"
"for America's most complete
the White House
So who cares if he’s black?
And why’s there still soldiers
Out there in Iraq?
Natural resources ain’t yours, it's theirs
Give it back! You’re
A brotherman gonna go to jail"
The man who tried to steal
America is not in jail
"Get caught with a nickel bag, brotherman
Get caught with a nickel bag
"
crazy there's another world on the other side of town
Pastor rollin' up in that Rolls
Pullin' up in that Holy Ghost
Preaching, while niggas dying by
America
The land of the free isn't hallowed ground
America
No sanity in the lost and found
America
The home of the brave is Falling Down
America
No
hunger is unexplainable
Strike the match, just what I expected
The dread kid ejected in seconds
And here come two
Opposite sexes
One black, one Malaysian
flame-able, my hunger is unexplainable
Strike the match, just what I expected
The dread kid ejected in seconds
And here come two, opposite sexes, one black, one
Amendment, don't forget I got the second
It's not your America
I'm hearin' words I never heard in life
Kids go to school to learn, never make it back
Know history know self so come and listen in
Every brown immigrant upbringing is different
Second world war grandfather fought the Japanese
Hiding
Mr America
I'm just an immigrant Nigger
Living a life in the city
Tryna get by with my pennies
Survival is a must
A job is a plus
If they hiring us
a level of sanity?
By my faith in God, by my faith in the game
And by my faith in "all good things come to those that stay true"
Right
You know what
up in Iran and I'm thinkin' 'bout what gun I choose
AR-15 with a hollow point round
And don't fuck with America if you don't got a son to lose
America's most blunted
Soon as he start sleepin', catchin' you off guard
Me rhythm now, huh?
If you'll all gather close around the phonograph
Who those
America's most blunted
Soon as he start sleepin', catchin' you off guard
Me rhythm now, huh?
If you'll all gather close around the phonograph
Who those
Peter Piper claimed he picked them, he just underpaid Pablo
But there ain't a paper trail when you living in the shadows
We're America's ghost writers,
in the
Sand huh! Climb that fence
Damn
By the time I get to the end of my verse
Calisthenics of the tongue
Exercising the first
That's freedom
And the sunlight streaming
And the natives steaming
I like the island Manhattan
Smoke on your pipe and put that in
I like to be in America
O.K. by me in
are
And the third second and first is when the welfare kicks in
We joined by nothing
'Cause your ???
Drinking
Buying crack
Go for drugs again
And it
was the least bit civil?
If television had existed, you could
Be sure they would have been
There to cover it
Or maybe even participate in it
Like their
momma taught me that if I
Was in a grocery store
And I’m by myself and a
Stranger grabbed my hand
Scream at the top of your fucking
Lungs if I’m
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