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David Bowie

David Robert Jones (8 January 1947 - 10 January 2016), known by his stage name David Bowie ( /ˈboʊ.i/ BOH-ee), was an English musician, actor, record producer and arranger. A major figure for over four decades in the world of popular music, Bowie is widely regarded as an innovator, particularly for his work in the 1970s. He is known for his distinctive voice as well as the intellectual depth and considerable eclecticism of his work. more »

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This is not America
Bad Boy, baby, David Bowie, let's go

This is not America (yeah, uh)
This is not America (no, no, no) (this is not)
This is not America (American dream)
This is not America

Land where my father died, land where my children cried
Come on, America, ain't no barriers
Free the strings, let's see how freedom rings (come on)
One nation all gettin' down for the dollars
And the heat gettin' hotter
But a lot don't understand (yeah)
Just the way some plan to break you
I done seen the whole thing go straight through (I seen it)
Hungry for it, I'ma make you (I'ma make you)
Pay back what's due to me
Everybody gonna see, look what they put upon me
Made me a monster, two steps beyond ya
More streets to wander
For which it stands for (check it out, now)
Let's get it, 'cause I'ma get mine for damn sure, come on

Screens, greens, car candy-painted
Chicks and CREAM is the American dream, ain't it?
I pledge allegiance to Beamers, dark skies
Sleepless nights on the block, two for fives
Deep in the struggle, the need to hustle
Weed and blow, shit, I make the block bubble (let's go)
I'm to the point where I'm playa hatin'
Fool in the stash and I'm losin' my patience
Medieval times in the chest of the beast (yeah)
Come around sniffin', I'ma mess up ya fleece (let's go)
Job-lookin'? I'd rather be pot cookin'
It's not America, son, this is Brooklyn
Home of the shiesty, home of the crook
We signed joints, ain't scared to do a jux
My country tis of thee, where there's no liberty
Just misery, ya heard me

This is not America (yeah, let's go)
This is not America (no, no)
This is not America (uh, nah) (American dream)
This is not America (ha)

Now why can't I breathe with a gun and come free? (Yeah, let's go)
If six dead people run this country
Now they come 'cause my crew's too large
Who the f*ck put you in charge?
Runnin' 'round here like you was God
Then they wonder why the shootin' starts?
Gettin' checks with half my stacks
I forgot George Bush wrote half my raps
Murderin' people for blastin' facts
Then blamin' other cats for they tragic acts
I'm tryin' to get paid 'til my eyes is closin'
Cops is like, "freeze," and I'm already frozen
So they clap and they brawl in hysteria
Tappin' Jackson, callin' this area
Green got cats crawlin' to bury ya
Don't blame Kain for the fall of America

This is not America (yeah, let's go)
This is not America (no, no, no)
This is not America (American dream)
This is not America

Uh, yo, learn about these streets here, before y'all creep here
Look around, we there, three-sixty-five days a year
Lines to cross, no fear, and what appears to be roses
See I'm knowin' this when I chose this
What's right in broad day or night?
More dope deals, I'm tryin' to stay on my heels
Every day's Training Day, some things not in explainin' ways
Who said crimes don't pay, choices to make
Ain't too many chances left to take
Things look so green, the sign of the times
Corruption, politics, young ones dyin'
What you made of? Either hate or love
Pressure on nine when push come to shove

This is not America (yeah, let's go) (not America)
This is not America (yeah)
This is not America
This is not America

A little piece of you (American dream, I'm your worst nightmare)
A little peace in me
A little piece of you (this is not America)
A little peace in me
Will go

This is not America (oh, for this is not)
This is not America
This is not America
This is not America (American dream)

Yo, why you cocksuckers pullin' me over?
Racial profilin' me 'cause I ain't pushin' no Nova
I'm up to par lookin'
I know police corruption is up this year
And y'all crooked (I'm your worst nightmare)
Took my hard white
Had niggas sellin' the same block, pumpin' the same night
Arrest me and come to court and lie
"Yeah, that's him," pointin' like I'm the guy
What you want though is me off the block
So you can serve fiends every time they knock
Swear last summer had the mad Hummer
And they took that and they didn't even give me they badge number
So how am I supposed to feel
Who I'm supposed to call when the shit gets real
Word, man, I'd rather dial 8-1-1 when it's important
Plus they ain't tryin' to score like Ed Norton, word

This is not America
This is not America
This is not America
This is not America

This is not America (a little piece of you)
This is not America (a little peace in me)
This is not America (a little piece of you)
This is not America (a little peace in me)

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