Lyrics:
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
Another black man in America
Dead in the streets by the hands of police
I can’t even tell you what is scarier
They sworn to protect but they leave my
the heart to make it in America
With filters always plastered on
Spend your money and the problem's gone
C'mon lip sync to your favorite song and fake it in
we will never run into
Again
Let's drift into a new sunset
Like in a song by Nichols & Williams
Sometimes it's just soothing to delve into the past
paying my rent every day in the tower of song
I said to Hank Williams, "How lonely does it get?"
Hank Williams hasn't answered yet
But I hear him
"In world news today: officials agree that rapper Brad Jordan, alias
Scarface, must be stopped
After being monitored by Secret Service agents for
Trayvon Martin was 17
Laquan McDonald was 17
William Chapman was 18
D'ettrick Griffin was 18
They we're all taken away before they could even fufill their
to explain this?
Feel reclused in my own body
Feeling trapped by my old ideas
The spew out shit on my new I.Ps
The VIP credentials got me feeling so special
born.
Some birthday!
Ol' Sam put on a three cornered hat
And in a Richmond church he sat
And Patrick Henry told him that while America drew breath
by eight being whipped in bondage
I am one of one you should call me highness
Instead they track us down with the police sirens
Blind us It’s love
to see
I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for me
America, you great unfinished symphony, you sent for me
You let me make
the coke was uncrushable
Guns is fingerprint-proof, we "Ryde or Die"
You drivin' by, we clap at your ride, good-bye
I keep my song in my soul
Blessed
(I'm gonna sing you one of my favorite songs)
(This is written by a good friend of mine)
(By the name Steve Goodman)
Ridin' on the City of New
(I'm gonna sing you one of my favorite songs)
(This is written by a good friend of mine)
(By the name Steve Goodman)
Ridin' on the City of New
profound
If you wanna dude to help you out
Make it cool around your friends without smoking now
Play the song kinda loud, it could help you out
And you
profound
If you wanna dude to help you out
Make it cool around your friends without smoking now
Play the song kinda loud, it could help you out
And you
towns that have no name
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of rusted automobiles
Singin', "Good morning America, how are ya?"
towns that have no name
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of rusted automobiles
Singin', "Good morning America, how are ya?"
THIS IS AMERICA
If anyone feels offended by the lyrics of this song, even though you may not understand them, let me tell you something, that's
You go by bus, they fly in business.
You get a discount, not the desired necklace.
You avoid defeats, they count their wins.
You control the clock
We interrupt your regular scheduled programming
For this brief public service announcement
So shut the fuck up and listen
America
This is america
feel sad
All this drive-by love got me
Crazy like a drug
I wear my red lipstick, got my make-up on
I'm Miss America, now I'm gone, baby, gone
I wear my
administer their Christ's blessing.
In America poison is injected into the blood-stream.
Another Christ dies, jacked up by the state.
Another glorious
fly away, oh Glory
I'll fly away
When I'll die, hallelujah, by and by
I'll fly away.
I Saw the Light
(Hank Williams)
I saw the light, I saw the light
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