Lyrics:
officer, crooked officer
We just trying to feed, our sons and daughters sir
We been struggling to make it, in America too long
All we want to do is live
Colors of our skin got us all divided
They tell us that we equal but it's all biased
Abide by the laws and they use violence
Racist Police in
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
Now we've been through a lot of things
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
diggin' down under the hood
After clearin' a path to the water pump, and takin' a four hour break,
By hour 27 we were all good, And we sailed
From little
a time in America,
Once upon a time in America.
He said, "you all come back again",
He said "Its hard to see",
We belong to all God's countries,
people first
Now they want to put me in a hearse
but black people never made white slaves
And we was too lovin to put Jews in a oven
But the pilgrims
the America we grew up in, don't you know?
That's the America we fight for even though
They fight back at us as they chant "pro-life"
Bringing their guns
the young ones are growing
We're the kids in America (whoa)
We're the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights,
will pay the ultimate cost
Because they want to live free
How many mothers sons lives will be lost
Just because they disagree
I cry this is America land
years of track
Two hundred years of glory never to turn back
The train is called America your ticket is a dream
That left the torture of freedom for
You need to back down, like you going back to Baton Rouge
Conny a smooth criminal, minimal in a suit
Say your prayers too late, you not that valiant
to turn it around and go there again
´Cause back in America cars had fins
Loser shakes hands with the one who wins
People take pride in the work they
bastards who turn
Misfortune to magic
And morph pain into hip-hop classics
We the, ghetto messiah
Spread our gospel through the bootleggers
Prosperity
flow out but God is the source how we want a good woman but we honoring whores miss America how we end up on yo shores they threw us on a boat we was
The underworld watches in horror
As this marks the day that
3 of America's most notorious outlaws
Will be executed for their crimes
Together
melinated don’t need sunscreen Ha
Aye they ain’t want us in this country
Took it from the back door
To the front street
Like that
Kick it with yo kinfolk
Gamecube and indo
Niggas in my business so i caught him by the red nose
Play a nigga like he six four Nintendo
When shit get
Made in America, nineteen fifty nine,
Born down by the factories, cross the Jersey City line.
Raised on radio, just a jukebox kid,
I was
quit
We wanna be left alone, but that ain't an option
We can't do this on our own, we got no time for caution
Stand back and stand by, not after last
raised by DMX the last
Real nigga alive, nah nigga it's still real
Niggas alive tonight we
Real niggas alive, we alive tonight
Bruh, we alive tonight, bruh
I'm 'bout to speak at this convention
Call you back
Alright kids we're gonna talk about gun control
(Pray for me) Damn
It's not a place
This
[Voice Samples]
We will not surrender or we will not back down
We keep overactin
Throw a fist for black power
Tell us what you hear
Why do we March?
Y'know
When we first put out this song
I don't think people really got it like they were supposed to get it
Think it's time to bring it back
D.
are growing
We're the kids in America (Whoa)
We're the kids in America (Whoa)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights, the music gets
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