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cannot get in
Told the group of hoes bring some girlfriends
And now it’s so many choices
Most of this shit be pointless
I be geeked up swear
I heard voices

our bridges strong working together all day long
One note one thought one group one song 

Lyrics mesh with the melody and soon our story's told
Music

society has set and other countries should also be working toward
Am I blinded
Am I short-sighted
Am I brainwashed
Am I looking with rose-colored glasses
Am

working to accomplish best, we are one

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
A country of love
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
I am blessed to be among you

The World Is a Ghetto

Geto Boys

The Resurrection

1996

and The Bronx and the Watts
You know they got crooked cops
Working for the system
Makin' po' muthafuckas out of victims
'Cause don't nobody give a fuck about

the entire country. 

V6 Woman 4 
So, let’s go back in time, it will help this rhyme, 

We’ll do it in rap, 

Group
who doesn’t like history with snap? 

V7

as the plural United States. As they expanded, it became clear that the country was far from united, and in 1860, they waged their nation’s bloodiest war to date

to the
People of this country
The Taliban, though a group
Of abhorrent oppressive maniacs
Never posed any threat to the
People of this country people die in wars

Let It Roll

Talib Kweli

Radio Silence

2017

of the [?]
Back and forth on the stage with Yasiin
Got a group with [?], he probably would

Girl, I'd like to stay here, I would
But baby, you know I got

(Man, BeatKing)
Slumafia
Gangsta Boo
Catfish Billy, Yeah!

I am still that motherfucker
Ain't nothing new to this
Been that country cousin way

a gig 
and they're working 'round the clock

liars!
liars!
damn liars!
liars!

with my fist up in the air, 
I'm fighting with all my senses
keep

said – of the last 25
Years the best album of
The past 25 years that I spent a year and a
Half making, out there i was
Exiled from my country, it was

ring
Let freedom ring

All this country is to thee
Is land of sweet misery
Don't know what we've come to be
It's no source of pride to me
Reasonable ones

to live
Working hard to pay the bills
Got mud on my wheels
Known to eat what I kill
Stuck to my own code
Always putting God first
Flying down a dirt road

the values and worth
Of the working class people from the place of my birth

A country house a lodge in the snow
At boarding school are the kids you barely

a soul, now I am sad, now I have no soul, it's code red
Tomorrow I get a lot of money
A lot of my relatives are not in my country
They are working in

the cult of gender critical is silencing their voice
They think they get to tell you who's a woman or a man
While working with the same groups that impose

prevalent in countries like Eritrea
Giardia, Malaria and Hepatitis E|Salmonella, Dysnetary and Guinea Worm disease 
All of this stuff can happen to you or me

came here backs to the wall, working my brain
Boy Better Know be the family, better know that you can't come and try break this chain here
Wait there,

close or distance
Make a million dollars in an instant
You get it all if you stay persistent
Now foreign countries, we be paying visits
Speaking

Working class communities full of shit comprehensives 
Sick of it, business and media recruit 
Posh employees as preference fitting in their social group

a third term
Kanye West vice president
Nazis roam the streets
Free speech been silenced
Country music fills the air
Hip hops been abolished
No more

All she want is a bigger bag
And a man no one can get next to

She working on herself and
keeping a busy schedule

While she's working
Yea her

group to go sailing back
To their country but they charged up our economy
Like batteries working industrial factories
Social darwinism placed limits