X] Being here in America make you an American Being born here in doesn't make you an American Why if birth made you an American you wouldn't need any You wouldn't need any amendments to the I see any American dream, I see an American nightmare I'm one of the 42 million black people who are the of America
Aiyyo we all in now, all in together now Hard truth soldierin, truth soldier SHIT Keep on 'em, cause you know we do work Mashin in my Chevy down the streets of New York, they me I grip, and hit up the spot Snatch Flav as my dual burn up the block We bumpin hardcore, heavyweight, blast On the street hear my beat, my 69 is fast Smash down Lennox, up to the 'View Some reporter holla and I said it was cool Wanna know about the album and the new How P.E. and Guerilla is keepin it movin bread talkin politics, you know how it go 'Bout the war and how it's shitty that we murder for Then the reporter asked a question, I had to mash How, I would act if every day was my last How if every day I worried my family in this I'd be murdered on these street in a puddle of Or if I would get some that my brother had died If they ran up in my house and my kids and my wife Or if we was looted and took all our thangs If my sister was abducted, never from again I began to it, so he could observe When I made the with how they livin abroad I can't it, these pigs ride deep in the streets Cap a nigga for his wallet, beat another for And the part about it, life is cheaper than that Down there people on the bottom kill each other for Imagine that, propoganda got the confused Damned by the media that 'em subdued I been around the world, seen a lot of shit in my Same sirens, same ghetto birds swirlin at Same racism, profilin of us all Same where we live enforcin the law clappin on the streets, gunplayin with heat Same prisons of brothers herded in like sheep Same turncoats that'll folks for pay Same in communities we die everyday Same brutality and ignorance, now what it take to break the cycle, get the people away? why I'm fresh out of tears for 'em, all out of tears for 'em Even though my goes out, what the fuck you cryin 'bout? for rebuilding but, what about home? When the way we live is shitty where's the love for our I decide it, it's real, I hit you with proof Maybe I'll be cause I hit you with truth See they for less than what we say on records to you Hear the in the music from a rebel to you, now listen
[Outro: x6 to Save my life you gotta, my life you gotta [x3] Save us, us