were on my mind that day You were on my mind each day You were on my mind that day and forever, and forever We were lovers then and forever There
Übersetzung: Amerika. And Forever.
so Stand up and fight if you know say you're right and no you won't ever fail Tipping the scale and the wind shall prevail and the boat shall forever
that in the parking lot You barking up the wrong tree, I do this shit for zone three Four, five and six as well as one, Atlanta I'm forever son Still
bloody trail, followin' the footsteps of this hell We call America Young niggaz stay strapped 'Cuz ain't nothin' out here but haters And snakes, and sinners, and
gonna win now or never so proud fightin' the streets for a trashcan-dinner [CHORUS:] America, the promised land forever free and never dying America
: I'm a creator of terror berserk teens no escape from the toxic traits Pop ya face storm 'em with madness and blind faith The angel of death read between
'm not the snitch I don't go to the cops to get rich .. I go to the block and pitch I go with the glock and click, I go with the pop I'm sick I go with
fleeces Purple label shit with the logo secret Gimme couple years, shit I might just sneak in A couple words and like peaches and herb We'll be reunited and
been thoroughly piqued. And America is now blood and tears instead of milk and honey. The youngsters who were programmed to continue fucking up woke up one night digging Paul Revere and
little desire to go to America Another disgraceful day has passed and I had to bed Although I hope to sleep like this forever I open my eyes and it's
up and fight if you know say you're right and no you won't ever fail Tipping the scale and the wind shall prevail and the boat shall forever sail (hey
America, Afghanstan Yo, there's Protestants, Jews, Blacks, Arabics Call a truce, world peace, stop actin like savages No war, we should take time and think The bombs and
I said I'm goin' to America (To get my Greasy Baby) Goin' to America (To get my Greasy Baby) Goin' to America (To get my Greasy Baby) Goin' to America
: What happened to America?s young and distant dream What happened to The black and white united Tamla Motown world What became of the fight To right
try to pretend And try to act like you ain't really bout the dollars and cents A scholar was sent, to shed some proper knowledge and gems More than Pradas
and perfect Neighbors. But I'm helping to legalize dope on Your pristine streets and I'm making a fortune. You're muscle and gall. Naive at best. I'm bone, brain and
