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TILL SHE WALKED OUT AND NOW LONELY'S ALL I KNOW
I GOT A BARTENDER FRIEND OR TWO WHO UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M GOIN' THROUGH, 
AND BY THE SECOND ROUND I'M

don’t wanna sleep yet
She bringing to life what I’m dreamin
She dress it up real for the evening
I’m her American reject
She tell me she my dirty secret

Like these songs

La da da dum
La da da dum
Hey
Hey
You like a dirty ass cigarette
Killing me softly
You got no regrets
Pain in my chest but I'm

to a better king, great it's American
But that ain't impressing em
Chains got to bury them
I slay with the best of them
Pray for the rest of them
First

Seven

Shabaam Sahdeeq

The Underground Railroad

2000

facelift
By my name of hieroglyphics you could say I'm prolific
I left something for lost ones who missed the space ship
All aboard these concepts beyond

They ban you if they (filled with hate)
They ban you if you (try to help)
They ban you and they (wish you Hell)
American Rejects!

Okay, we both wrong

Homicide, suicide, genocide, drive-bys
Whatever you wanna call it
All you bitches gonna die
Homicide, suicide, genocide, drive-bys
Whatever you wanna

Dropped all my problems and began to drain
As I thought I mesmerized
All the times when you were by my side
Thought I’d never see you go, but
My mind was

White Man'z World

2Pac

The 7 Day Theory

1996

By white people, and for white people. Native americans, 
Blacks, and all other non-white people, were to be the 
Burden bearers, for the real

Living in the Country

Arlo Guthrie

Running Down the Road

1969

strings were played by a thumb with a steady beat
And the top strings were played
With the finger and got all the little off beats
Up in Syracuse there's

sees in her dreams
All American rejects give you hell babe give you hell

Habits 
(Who oo who)
Oh habits
(Who oo who)
Habits 
(Who oo who)
Yea yea

trying to buy cigarettes, she says it's her
birthday, God help her. She asks you for a pack of cigarettes. She gives you a wink and shakes her ass one

our arms - we catch them all
Lay your head on my shoulder
Count the stars in the sky
While I hold you
As I love you
Let big American aeroplanes go by

with our fists climbing higher
Vilified by liars who conspire in cipher
They don't give a shit about the will of the people
Unspeakable legal sequels

For Women

Talib Kweli

Reflection Eternal

2000

Yea, so we got this tune called "for women" right
Originally, it was by nina simone
She said it was inspired by, you know
Down south, in the south,

secret
My dirty little secret

Who has to know?
Who has to know?


by The All-American Rejects

Yeah
Yeah
With what we see on the streets
It's kind of hard to believe
That we all living the dream
I see brothers and sisters
Being engulfed by they

Folks, Id like to sing a song about the American Dream
About me, about you
About the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottom of our

of American gold
Oh, oh, boots and bros

We moved in packs together
Bounded by our oldest brothers oh, oh, oh
(oh, oh, oh, oh)
The night was ours for taking

completely surrounded by those who feeding my arrogance
I'm making sweeping comparisons and to keep from embarrassment
I reject any evidence that competes with

Get in Where You Fit In

Too Short

Get in Where You Fit In

1993

learned, but it ain't nothing new
What happened to your funk, did you lose it?
Or did you get juked by Dangerous Music?
We stole all your money, and all

It’s a hard up kind of life
Begging the ashtray for nickels and dimes 
Writing these songs trying to wrap my mind 
Around a bullshit American Dream 

I’m

No I'm not finished yet 
This is only the beginning 
Lighting a cigarette
The fam and me always winning 

Flying high like a jet
Can't stop this game

sitting center stage
Just like you made them
The American way
All of your mistakes
Are sitting center stage
Just like you made them

With only