X] Being here in doesn't make you an American Being born here in America doesn't make you an Why if birth made you an American you need any legislation You need any amendments to the Constitution I see any American dream, I see an American nightmare I'm one of the 42 million people who are the victims of America
Aiyyo we all in together now, all in now Hard soldierin, hard truth soldier SHIT Keep on servin 'em, cause you know we do Mashin in my Chevy down the streets of New York, they me I grip, and hit up the spot Snatch Flav as my dual pipes burn up the We bumpin hardcore, heavyweight, blast On the street they hear my beat, my 69 is Smash down Lennox, up to the 'View Some wanna holla and I said it was cool Wanna about the album and the Enemy's new How P.E. and Guerilla Funk is keepin it 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, that I had to How, I would act if every day was maybe my How if day I worried 'bout my family in this I'd be murdered on street in a puddle of piss Or if I get some news that my brother had died If ran up in my house and held 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 the parallels with how they livin abroad I can't ignore it, these pigs ride deep in the Cap a nigga for his wallet, beat for free And the cold part it, life is cheaper than that there people on the bottom kill each other for scraps Imagine that, propoganda got the people Damned by the media that 'em subdued I been around the world, a lot of shit in my life Same sirens, same ghetto swirlin at night racism, profilin each of us all Same outsiders where we enforcin the law Gats clappin on the streets, gunplayin with Same prisons full of brothers herded in sheep Same turncoats that'll burn for pay Same in communities we die everyday Same brutality and ignorance, now will it take to the motherfuckin cycle, get the people away? That's why I'm out of tears for 'em, all out of tears for 'em Even though my heart goes out, what the fuck you cryin for rebuilding but, what about home? When the way we live is shitty where's the love for our I can't decide it, real, I hit you with proof Maybe I'll be suicided cause I hit you with See kill 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, save my you gotta [x3] Save us, us