In the Dust
If you would suck my soul I will lick your funky emotion Is this America? Yeah Is this freedom? No Is this Democracy? No Is equality? No What do we want? Freedom Taking this shit into the effect mode Expressing my feelings before I exploded About the suffering passed on to a black man By the money hungry seeking white man Fucking up our streets with pollution Then lock a nigga up for the solution There they go again pickin' on the little man F*ck wit' the cartel or the white man Arrest musicians for the things they say But can't find a crime after it got sprayed This is America in God we trust We won just this but a dick is in the dust I'm stereotype so I fit the description A nigga has the stigma for pushing or pimpin' Police harass me and public embarrass me They use brutality without asking me I'm mad 'cause I was caught and reached for his license Cops pulls the gun and cold ice Then I'm a victim of society I got societal ills It's harder to pay bills than pop pills They send a brother off to fight for your country When ask for ours, we get nothing I look for work and get my feelings hurt They got my back against the wall and my dick is in the dirt Let's talk about this man, they call Nino Brown The black man, they call Nino brown You know there's a lot of Nino Browns in every city In the United States of America America had formed a Nino Brown in every city Basically because we have no way out Ah, is that what America really wants us to think That we don't have way out? Here's an example, you have never seen A black man come into Miami With pounds and pounds of marijuana Pounds and pounds of cocaine You have never seen a black man drop off A kilo load of cocaine out of a plane, you have never seen this But yet it is still is in our community everyday And we're the ones going to jail for it The system is designed to lead us to stray So we turn to drugs and guns for our pay It's the sign of the times I gotta get mine all I live is a life of crime I come up hard from the ran down ghetto You talk your ass off but tell me what a nigga know All I see is a lot of neighborhood drama Babies crying, I wonder where's the mama C.O.D. and got rushed to trauma A dealer had to deal to make a fast buck She was just a patient, what the f*ck? His back's against the wall and his dick's in the dust
Written by: ALLEN TOUSSAINT, MARK ROSS, CHRISTOPHER WONGWON, RICHARD TERRY, MICHAEL MCCRAY, LUTHER RODERICK CAMPBELL
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