Lyrics:
Killing us one by one
In one way or another
America will find a way to eliminate the problem
One by one
The problem is, the troublesome black
to look in the mirror, & know that you a Queen, Know that you King
Everybody scream, MOORISH AMERICA
Everybody scream, MOORISH AMERICA
Everybody scream,
Guess she's missing me across the miles
Yeah, we're living in
In a modern world
Calling America (can't get a message through)
Calling America
Guess she's missing me across the miles
Yeah, we're living in
In a modern world
Calling America (can't get a message through)
Calling America
baby
I am a VCR funeral of dead memory waste
You can see it in my face
As drink crawls down the esophagus staircase
Into my bowels of Hell
Naked like
the ghetto
Uh- america
Pretty and ugly
Beautiful, bloody
You love me, america
Get shot witcha buddy by police
Fuck 12 every day in america
Good as the ghetto
a date
For America's most complete artist, but wait
Make sure that you keep the facts in mind
Don't mess with The Great, cause the D.O.C. is like a nine
the narcissism
When everyone projects and expects you to listen to 'em
Make no mistake, I live in a prison
That I built myself, it is my religion
And they say
a date
For America's most complete artist, but wait
Make sure that you keep the facts in mind
Don't mess with The Great, cause the D.O.C. is like a nine
the narcissism
When everyone projects and expects you to listen to 'em
Make no mistake, I live in a prison
That I built myself, it is my religion
And they say
America
The land of the free isn't hallowed ground
America
No sanity in the lost and found
America
The home of the brave is Falling Down
America
No
blow too and i know it
You bang with your badge and anything black in america dying you know it
Pop at you coppa, Pop at you coppa cause ima blow too
My brothers talk money not Nonsense
Word to mommy
We stay in some fly shit
It's A blessing
Dont live in the Projects
Every night working Hard
LATIN AMERICA
I dream of girls I used to know
I see the faces of good-hearted friends.
Deep in my heart I'm missing you
Latin America.
Latin
I'm not missing her
I'm not missing her
I don't care
I don't care
I'm not missing her
I ain't missing her
She can go
She can go
I don't miss her
Say
that love this gangsta shit.
You knew we wouldn't disappoint y'all.
Every hood, every project.
This from New Orleans one of the realest cities on Earth.
a date
For America's most complete artist, but wait
Make sure that you keep the facts in mind
Don't mess with The Great, cause the D.O.C. is like a nine
And fifteen hundred missing children's
Not the sickness just the symptom
Of a midnight in America
It's midnight in America
Midnight in America
I pray upon this
street
In middle America
Some of us live in row homes or high-rises
With bars on our windows locked down
In the projects and barrios of this nation
Some
America
Looking for peace when I stare at you
Looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you
I be looking for peace in America
America got no affection
America got no attachments
America want us in caskets
I ain't got no words for your honor
America made me a bastard
I woke up
missing all his kids, she's in bitches and dip
Politicking in the ghetto while his sis babysit
And she gon' give me respect, 'cause she know a nigga
paper planes through the projects
Now the whole project's on my jet
Now you see the real in the front row
In every one of y'all televised shows
Super
complexion is a must have to bitches
Even without car, money to budget
I would have the most elegant apartment in the projects
You know what I mean? Bitches
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