Lyrics:
Mr. America, walk on by your schools that do not teach
Mr. America, walk on by the minds that won't be reached
Mr. america try to hide the emptiness
Mr. America, walk on by your schools that do not teach
Mr. America, walk on by the minds that won't be reached
Mr. America try to hide the emptiness
Private Wilson White, America is proud tonight
Proud to claim you for their hero, Private White
On a battlefield one day in a land so far away
Mid
minutes
He cries his mother's name
Cop keeps the pressure on
One more black man dies
For nothing
Black America
Black America
We stand with you
We
Mr. America, walk on by your schools that do not teach
Mr. America, walk on by the minds that won't be reached
Mr. America try to hide the emptiness
All he needed was a hot night in June
'Cause he had the needle and he had the spoon
When he spiked it bit, and man, he flew
Into America's living
We're the United States of America
We're 50 strong and proud
Heres the names of all our states
And their capitals sang loud
My name is Alabama
to coast
All he needed was a hot night in June
'Cause he had the needle and he had the spoon
When he spiked it bit, and man, he flew
Into America's
Infrared beamers keep ya posse on my penis
Now it's on wicked in this da link a mid to west flex
The abyss to this bitch who dis this click
Bliss is hangin'
She was so young when she took the street
Born too late in the mid-day heat
Her parents said : "she went to America"
She wasted days and she
or beer
At night I still dream I can see their faces
Certain things that you depend upon
There are places that you know
And the faces of america
Oh, where
Jamaica!
Just cause I'm guilty
We burn from Jamaica straight back to America
Don't live at all
Philly! Manhattan! Yo! Washington!
Let's get the party
The east coast is a woman
The mid-west is a man
And the west coast is the baby
They will never understand
And the south is where it
Wants to be
We all agree tonight all of the speakers have
Agreed that America has a
Very serious problem
Not only does America have
A very serious problem
But
bullets gon' go through his limbs
Yeah, I'm steppin' on shit until my legs quit
I can't fuck with them bitches, they really be mid
Like, who told you that
A lot of niggas in America sad
A lot of niggas in America bad
Smokin' on mid, this bitch stay smokin' on middleton
Bouta get checks, let me know what's
go, they scream out, "Go"
I'm 'bout to clean house, yo
I'm Lysol, now I'm just household
Outsold the sell outs, freak the hell out
Middle America
the hell out
Middle America, hear 'em yell out in terror
They were so scared, and those kids
Just about, belted out
Whatever spouted or fell out
My
mid-sixties screaming
And that nighttime holiday scheming
While a lifestyle turns to gold
Music's growing
And vibrations showing
What's it all mean
I know
to really make sense of
One of Americas great folk musics, and that's hip-hop
And there's very few people who care enough to actually keep the form going
the dirt
Those walls from mid-Ohio to Toronto they hurt
So we came to Road America where we burned up at the lake
But at the speedway at Nazareth I made
this animal attraction
Mid-city out to Manhattan, ain't nothin' fancy
Yellow cabs passing me by, I call Delancey
Keep my team moving through lights,
Waldo Jeffers had reached his limit.
It was now Mid-August which meant he had
Been separated from Marsha for more than two months.
Two months,
Waldo Jeffers had reached his limit. It was now Mid-August which meant he had
been separated from Marsha for more than two months. Two months,
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