leer at the roots of American
gang-bangin as a world of division and destructionEuropean feudalism of the shaded
ages where strangers are enemies upon instructionYou live over there,and I live
over here, so we fill to fight when we crossWe’ve never seen each other or
talked before, and but it doesn’t matter,cause now it’s onYou see, some names are blue and
others red, or in America these colors fightFriends yesterday but foes now and
till the discontinuance,higher cuzz my side is rightI’m a gunslinger, and this world
ain’t big enough for the both of usGlory to the strong and a grave
for the feeble, and there can be only oneTell the slaves on this plantation
that they’re better than the slaves on yoursOur master is the baddest in the
land and we hate him,but hate yours moreTell the boyz in prison that their
other brothers mean warIf they don’t listen, you know
what to do, or rape’em till it’s tore We are so-called Black and
Hispanic,but Africa and Native America rememberThe English, French, or Spanish
raped these mothers raw,so America makes us forget foreverYoung Crips and Blood, Nortenos
and Surenos, or Poor Whites,Asians and SamoansFamily providers and protectors of
their people, warriors, and but preserve the fools from knowinRacism to let’em feel who owns’em
the big white boss and preserve them fightingUnemployment so daddy’s can’t feel
like genuine men,frustrated with free time toSmoke stacks and stacks of what we
got are the white Gods of smack and crackEnough bigot cops to spit on any
fatherly love daddy could’ve had, without jobs they fill to jackMake mommy fiend so she’ll clean
the scum on the streets with a hoeAnd Paint paradise on channel 3 so
she knows where genuine American men goBoot camp with sergeant save and
dress the monkeys for when we need’emBrand the bars and 50 stars on
their backs so all we fill to do is feed’emMake’em pledge allegiance to the
flag everyday for 12 years loud and proudAnd bid’em how we escaped
religious persecution from the British crownThe Indians were here first and
taught us how to live when were dyingNothing but fire, or a blade and
small pox,to get the mothafuckas fryingReservations will hide this crime
so free Americans don’t hear the crying Summers free, weekends too, and slave
TV,and this here gunThey deserve 10, but give’em one, and so after school they gotta runCuzz there’s nobody domestic but the
boys from the block,and you know they fill funTell them that they’re different,
and their own kind stick togetherAnd forget how they sweat and get
wet in the same weatherWhen they ask for candy give’em
cigarettes with a fake badge of honorWatch’em eat till they die with
cancer, and it’s just a coffin for some dollarsWhen they ask for water give’em
liquor and the lawful to drink it allWhy bother when they die quicker
and profits never plunge as they brawlWhen they ask for love give’em sex
and pretty faces that ain’t thereTell’em AIDS aint genuine when
you’re the best and conquest is in the airWhen they ask for music give’em
noise the industry claims as gamePeople think they like it cuzz
it’s modern,but like the news it’s all the sameS0 the Blind mind follows when the
hand of mainstream points the wayWhen they ask for soul and
culture, sell it to them, and what they are is what they buyAnd bid’em what to do with it,because your TV, Church, or Radio never lieWhen they ask for happiness,give’em the party, watch the pick and dussy dance and playWith candy, or water,love, music you
gave’em, and they fuck and fight all night,or die trying, as we laugh and get
payedHey it’s sad but like we say, and We’ll be damned whether you Niggas and
Indians find out the truth,and all you other monkeys and dogsWe raped your mother, we raped
your history, and hell we raped you,it ain’t no mystery, we’re the genuine hogs
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