Übersetzung: Amerika. Wie ein Bruder.
more suffering soul Baby, I can't tell you what is real I can only tell you what I feel Why must every line on the page Have a question mark It
at the same blue moon Under the sheltering sky Some say love is the rarest word Some say truth's just a point of contention I know we have a love
I was a child in the '60s So unsure of my direction I would follow where my friends and family would lead I was strengthened When I first heard the
it sounds like a lie I said I'd rather die than live without her Without her Love is a beautiful thing when it knows how to swing And it moves like a
in the bricks Nigga gotta jacking leave his brains in a ditch Every morning dope fiends looking for a fix They sick, fuck it they'll use they dog fit Everywhere a
m not a player no more, girl ... naw, I just crush a lot ... [Verse 3: Brother Marquis] You can say I'm a pervert or a desperate motherfucker I'll hook
in years to hit the TV 'Cause America's rowdy-rowdy like Master P Players everywhere love a good talk show 'Cause the hoochies get naked like a 2 Live
a thug, the product of a broken home Everybody's doped up, ni**a what you smokin on? Figure if we high they can train us but then America f**ked up and
someone thats richer Twist the cap off the bottle I Take a sip And see tommorrow Gotta make if I have to Beg and Borrow Reading love letters late night, locked down, and quiet If brothers
America's Nightmare Paris America's Nightmare Public Enemy America's Nightmare Krs-One America's Nightmare Mutulu Shakur America's Nightmare Geronimo Pratt America's Nightmare Assada Shakur America
is a ghetto (Ghetto) Japan is a ghetto (Ghetto) America's a ghetto (Ghetto) Slovakia's a ghetto (Ghetto) South Africa's a ghetto (Ghetto) Brazil is a
than stone And the age of our innocence is somewhere in the garden Some of us are the sisters and the brothers Who prefer the nighttime for our cover A leather jacket and a
medals upon his chest That old devil is a mess Vex in his Lex A man should be satisfied with good by the food of his mouth In a time of drought, his roots
a people built is so Jesse Jackson, Miss America a black one No more livin for just a small fraction I was once told by the Dude that knowledge is a food
Tell me who you trust when you're in your new trucks Some of us dyin over a few bucks, killers old enough to ride a school bus With brothers like these
spent some Time in Michigan A 20 year vacation After all he had a dime A dime is worth a Lot more in Detroit A dime in California Just a 20 dollar fine
Why wasn't I a child of a doctor, who left stocks for me Two little brothers, two sisters, them shorties gots to eat Mother's a junkie, she twisted,