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freedom has failed us and with no light the night's going to be a long one
Woody Guthrie said: This land is your land, this land is ... my land
Great
successful, but that ain't the case
You living large, your skin is dark they flash a light in your face

Now, who is cat dining out on the town
Maitre'd wanna
You'll find God in the church of your choice
You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital

And though it's only my opinion
I may be right
you crashing the whip
Laughin at hoes, taking fakerss to amateur flicks
While the Ill Bill albums kidnapping your kids

[Chorus � Ill Bill
to this angst
I done quit chicken heads cold turkey and started slowly roasting 'em
'Cause that's where most of my anger is based

Fuck your feelings, I
I said America the beautiful
Land of free, home of brave
Everyone is born and raised to think like a dead man
When you alive you the lowest
to this angst
I done quit chicken heads cold turkey and started slowly roasting 'em
'Cause that's where most of my anger is based

F*** your feelings, I
voice is amazing but
Your career is getting raped by a (Free)Mason
That Shit Fucking Upsets Me cause they dont get me
Try bring them near me
Comin'
it out
Pull your strap on me, nigga, you better kill me!
Thug life, baby. Thug Luv

I'll probably be punished for hard living, blind to the facts:
for hard living, blind to the facts
Thugs is convicts in God's prison, hands on the strap
Praying so Father please forgive me! Police be rushing when
for your era it's
My time to shine and I'm still payin dues
And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker
I only tell you nothin but
and 'burbs for word placement
Back when the independent scene remained faceless
We were the only crew who promised your ass we'd take it

Mold it, shape
for hard living, blind to the facts:
Thugs is convicts in God's prison, hands on the strap
Praying so Father please forgive me! Police be rushing when
those jeans
Got a crease, and it never ceased to amaze me
By the individual hustle, that'd pay me
When I got to provide for my baby, and maybe
I be
for hard living, blind to the facts:
Thugs is convicts in God's prison, hands on the strap
Praying so Father please forgive me! Police be rushing when
ain't what Mase do
Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you
Tell you to your face Boo, not behind your back
Niggas talk shit, we never mind that
for hard living, blind to the facts:
Thugs is convicts in God's prison, hands on the strap
Praying so Father please forgive me! Police be rushing when