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Yellow dog school bus kickin' up red dust
Pickin' us up by a barbed wire fence
MTV on the RCA, no A/C in the vents
We were Jesus save me, blue
a frog (Shee)
Hot dog, American that be the style of all my monologues (Facts)
I am not among this Earth, I just spit like demagogues (That's facts)
Poppa
a stand
Bite-back at the government's Hand
When are we all going to see
That it's time to fight back and stop letting it be
Why we letting our people
bring it back home
I hope the shit would change lives
And All the glory return to the most high
I can never neglect
I gotta accept
I keep the kids well
blessing, too
Maybe a dramatic accomplishment by this cold
War adversary was necessary to
Get us off our dead centres
And back to work again
If we can revive
promised by our fathers
The man on the news says the problem is me
I'm just a small-town boy with big American dreams
The world's going crazy and they
Well, she was an American girl
Raised on promises
She couldn't help thinkin' that there
Was a little more to life somewhere else
After all, it was
And told me to keep it there
But not to bite it
With my teeth
Or slobber on it
So it would get all wet
Just hold it between your lips
Like a popsicle
of cheap gasoline
I'm for sale by the side of the road going nowhere
Rusty old American dream
I rolled off the line in Detroit
Back in 1958
Spent
and all-American men were like Hemingway to the days of the wondrous ?B? movie. The producer underwritten by all the millionaires necessary will be Casper ?The
reality
And all their wicked lies have to turn to dusT
And all those fair feelings need to come back fast
That good man could help us back to democracy
But
Y'all niggas lame for that, y'all niggas lame for that
Shoot a man in his back, should be ashamed of that
Young niggas banging back, young nigga
A speech saying be all you can be, here's a rifle
While we're distracted by mass shootings
American false flags
The Banks are on mass lootings
All the people
as there's a God above
Keep praying we never wake up
Keep on dreaming the American dream
Now there's medals on the wall I got back in '91
my homie in cocoon
The truth like bones of man under the moon
We reign all year round from June to June
While niggas bite immediately if not soon
to press on.
Step back from the tip of that ledge
I woke up from the American Dream on the wrong side of the bed
Splitting migraines permanently
It's all over, it's all over, it's all over the American way
But sometimes the children are so far away
And in a dark apartment on the wrong side
I still think about the way it was
When you could still speak your mind
Back when Uncle Sam put a gun in your hand
And he laid it all on the line
a right, yes, fi boasty
All over the world them hot and ready
England girls them, hot and ready
American girls them, hot and ready true!
Jump around and move
matter serving the same masters
Movement of the Pan Afrik sponsored by the same fascists
Is it really a movement maybe it’s just stagnant?
Is it fuelling
in the world
Until your ghost
Floats in the sky
Candy coat that
Took the boat here
Can't take the boat back
Paid my admission as a slave
Superstition
panic
We cross the borders to take all American orders
Doing work worth dollars but we get paid quarters
We save businesses thousands a day
By doing jobs
1, 2. 3, 4
Well she was an American girl
Raised on promises
She couldn't help thinkin' that there
Was a little more to life
Somewhere else
After all
malnourished
In a place where social status is determined by commerce
And money is god he's thinking of turning a convert
All he has is his nap sack and his
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