Used to have a crew cut, now he's a pooh-put Dropped out of school and he joins the neighborhood gang Hangin on the streets sellin caine To his own people
screams of terror are hidden by the passing trains This can't be little Hussein, his uncle cried As he drops to his nephew's side, holding his cane Just
think (stay) Drink your wine (home) Watch the fire burn (be) His problems not mine (safe) Just be that model citizen I wish I had a schilling (for each
Malcolm X] Being here in America doesn't make you an American Being born here in America doesn't make you an American Why if birth made you an American
'Posed to be, the land of the Free I don't see how count me in Oh, America, oh, America, yeah America, America Sweet land of Liberty y'all I'm doing
'Posed to be land of the free, I don't see how Count me in, oh, Amerika Oh, Amerika, Amerika, Amerika Sweet land of liberty, y'all I'm doing this one
[Trick Daddy] 'Posed to be... Land of the free I don't see how Count me in Uh America Oh America Ha-ha-ha America (America) Sweet land of liberty y'all
and daughters from Nile waters The first architect, the first philosophers, astronomers The first prophets and doctors was [Bridge: Jr.Gong] Now can we all pray Each in his own
send Hubert and he said "Hubert who?" And all America was singing... Whatever became of Hubert? Has anyone heard a thing? Once he shone on his own,
start handle these pussy ass niggas In our own mother fucking community See they ain't going to do anything about these mother fucking snitches Cuz it helps America
of fucking cowards. And I say that man because, we beef amongst each other. We kill and we shoot each other in our own hoods and we bang each other,
in and out My dad hated all our neighbors Had they stepped on his prophets they'd be finished 'Cause getting his is what he was about Ever since his
people, not hatred for others. You see, most of Latinos are here because of the great inflation that was caused by American companies in Latin America
screams of terror Are hidden by the passing trains This can't be little Shane, his uncle cried As he drops to his nephew's side, holding his cane Just
to find your own way keep on trying all day and you know your time will come you'll get your chance to run Chorus: You're livin' in America you're livin
When she's dreaming for her freedom My girl America's dying while she's trying just to stop this fight Don't stop believing, my girl America My girl America
golfers head. Because as soon as that ball flies into the woods the next sound the golfer hears, is the sound of his voice inside his own head. "I told