Lyrics:
now. and remembering that time I
Feel like, when I wrote that song, I was in that feel of that all the kids
Today, they just feel like they haven't got
die by getting hit with a Nissan
Butt cheeks, butt cracks, he likes piss in his ear and he smokes crack
Butt sex all night long, he will die by getting
love song
Is written by my hand
Tell me
About the little things that happen in your dreams
Oh I think you fell for me
Show me
All of the scars
of my mind
Won't submit to my suicide
Ignorance breeds ignorance
Amidst all the pain
Anger guilt and shame
Violence seems the american dream
It's
Sometimes I wonder what's right and wrong
The right way to start a song (The right way to start a song?)
What's with cops harassing oh so long
Cause
What happened to our roots, did we forget them
What happened to our ancestors, did we reject them
What's with all this bullshit that we're shoving
knows the Radice students rode in the back the lone single space seat being reserved for royalty
By the time the bus would arrive at Corbett all
Well there was an old hermit named dave
Who lived by himself in the woods in a cave
Ate from a turtle shell, slept on a bath skin had a seven foot
to feed
Imma born american
A natural born killer
Now Imma rude boy
Son I'm a predator
Harder they come
Harder they fall
One and all
I wanna see
how I'm just out your sight
I'm burnt out like cigarette ash I cried all night how'd I take you back
Beat myself got bruises on my hands is that what it
to light the bong
I'm too stoned to write this song
Light my cigarette and
I think that Bert Susanka made me drink
Load the box and then pump that shit
to light the bong
I'm too stoned to write this song
Light my cigarette and
I think that Bert Susanka made me drink
Load the box and then pump that shit
wreckage
That I've come to love so well
Yes, color me stunned and dazzled
By all the red white and blue flashing lights
In the American intersection
listen to that song a thousand times
Washing dishes, or changing a diaper, or doing data entry
Until the memories are all smeared together
It's like
'Cause when I'm gone that ain't gon' be the song that they recite, what up?
Walk on by
Walk on by
Walk, oh, walk on
ghetto child got turned into a killer
His pops was a Vietnam veteran on heroin
Used like a pawn by these white North Americans
Momma couldn't handle
make another hit like this I release it
Been on a long road, don't got regrets
Now I'm at my peak and I used to be a reject
I didn't have faith and I
but that don't help them out
We were brought up by the old school ways, they went another route
Staring straight ahead at you, jaded and complex
freedom
All we want is Biafra
Give us we biafra
All we seek is freedom
Give us we freedom
We say we no wan do again
No be by force
To be one bukwa by
broke
He compiled a triple decker collection
Of songs from his records
Released as the Smithsonian Anthology
Of American folk
"On Monday morning just
on
Biggest egos, biggest hair, biggest liars anywhere
Let's sing another stupid Texas song
By God we're so darn proud to be from Texas - yahoo!
Even
There’s a boy who grew up a mid size city
By The Name Of Bo Daddy
Today Is The Day I’m Gonna Change To Stick To My American Ways
Because That All I
the glances
That people give when they pass by me
A little Haggard is just how I'll be
I'm too worn down to look like Elvis
I'm no prima-donna no I ain't that
Questions
If we go by seniority
And made it priority
Would all the minorities
Be the majority
Would they fall back and give us the authority
Bitch I got
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