no place to call your home So I think you better stop this foolin' 'round Yes, I think you better stop this foolin' 'round Yes, I think you better stop this foolin
Übersetzung: Amerika. Foolin '.
Got no place to call your home So I think you better stop this foolin' 'round Yes, I think you better stop this foolin' 'round Yes, I think you better stop this foolin
third psalm dusty rifle in his trembling hands somebody trying just to stay alive he got promises to keep over the ocean in america far away and fast
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
ve never fucked up to where I can't whoop ya ass You'll neck'll get snapped with bare hands, fuck music Is he rappin'? It's cool but fools, just don't
America fool some people sometimes but you can't fool Rasta people at no time so long time we call fi lightning America just stop di fightin well America call back your soldiers America
a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world. Four months later, the ghettos are in flame, Rubin's in South America, fightin
foreign oil controlling American soil, Look around you, it's just bound to make you embarrassed. Sheiks walkin' around like kings, wearing fancy jewels and nose rings, Deciding America
might bury ya Nigga act up and I betta take care ah ya Scared ah ya, I be ready for the war Nigga I'm America's Most Barely coast ta coast If you ready
even trust my own brothers So who can I choose to trust, me, that's who Niggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die! Jealous, envious fools want
