Lyrics:
Blackness is my religion, to that I'm dedicated (welcome to America)
I follow the laws of nature, by which I'm regulated
The universe, my university, I'm
that'll never be (Never Be - NO!)
No way
Not in America (uh-uh Not in this America)
Not in America (No)
[Society]
You only got 2 bucks and give less
)
Pledge allegiance, to your hate, America (America)
Bomb their country into a hole
Because some old rich guy said so
And, their skin, it isn't white
By God,
never be (never Be - NO!)
No way
Not in America (uh-uh not in this America)
Not in America (no)
You only got 2 bucks and give less than a fuck, then
Meridian niggaz; what up dunn?
Liqour store closed
Hit the bootlegger, let's hit the bootlegger
Straight up, yo
[Prodigy]
Yo dunn, we got guns in
Out in these woods surrounding Flat Rock Brook
Where Scarlet Tanagers show off
A reddish thrush is skulking under some trees
Where I'm expecting us
Take back your rights
All the wealth you make is taken
By exploiting parasites
And they keep us in line
With a fascist police force
Global capitalist
a solid prayer
Something happened to our youth, they playin truth or dare
The only way to make a change is if we truly care
America, America
What we need,
the excuse of 'National Security'
By the lying shits who were interested only in saving their political skins.
It didn't matter a fuck to them how many died
Now to our special report around the world
Many nations face corruption in the US
Police often tell themselves a story about
America being
just your legal system though
They don't think about you
No they don't care about you
Now every man in America take back your control
Like you don't
by maljin
acting like he had ah armor tank in his crib
(yea, that faggot ass nigga caught that beef from his rib)
it's the projects, dunn
disrespect by corporations
By a certain greedy few who use their wealth as their salvation
Humans thinking we're the rocks that make the ripples in the sand
friend is a tree, and in his
spare time he's a stockbroker. Gervaise Brook-Hampster (M.P.) is in
the Guards, and his father uses him as a wastepaper
speak
Sad song for America
Sad song for America
He vows to make you great but in its place
He throws you in disgrace
Let's pity America
Let's pity
embarrassing shit
Bunch of bitches posin' on some old Miss America shit
I was a wilder nigga back on my therapist shit
Moving careless as shit
In a city where
only by my faith in God
That I can face me
Only by my understanding
That I don’t hate me
How can y’all be Black in America
And have beef with somebody
black leader in America
I ain't trying to b a black leader (black leader)
To get bought by corporations and mislead the
Community, those you swore you
the Dunn, P., but not the bottle
I keep broads by the (?)
Shape and mold em like waffles
Call em by the palm, get up in they ear like 'Uhh' make a dike
around and rip us open, how can they be so cold
America lives in our hearts and in our souls
Not our wealth or buildings nor a flag on a pole
We still
greenery
We took our smoke out to Coney Island, posted up by the Himalaya
Pina Colada champales mixed with Dani'
That's St. Ide's in dunn lingo
Spillin'
Kingston Springs bridge
Where we painted our names back in 2010
Blazer heat cranked high, 955 slow jams
I hear the same songs now
We was rockin' Brooks
Meridian niggaz; what up dunn?
Liqour store closed
Hit the bootlegger, let's hit the bootlegger
Straight up, yo
[Prodigy]
Yo dunn, we got guns in
I refuse to offer
Tryna put me in the mix of they petty drama
Down the dollar if you wanna be a top can't follow
Only reason they guh'head I'm went
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