a banner for them saints in the slammer in Africa where it?s realer than the streets in the hood we aint just say it but we showing people God is good
nothing I stand for nothing you would understand In America and globally Been hearing Hey It's not just me Do you hear us? Do you hear, Mr. Authority? You have company We're saying Hey People sing People
stand for nothing you would understand In America and globally Been hearing Hey It's not just me Do you hear us? Do you hear Mr. Authority? You have company We're saying Hey People sing People
both looked forward to that Great American dream Now it's all over, it's all over, all over And all over America people are going home On Thanksgiving
if we're really happy here with this lonely G game we play I said I'm wondering if we're really happy here with this lonely G game we play Cause it's
) And just like you They get lonely too Just like you I get lonely too Ahhhhhhhhh (fan mail) Ahhhhhhhhh (fan mail) Ahhhhhhhhh (fan mail) Just like you I get lonely
hatred and little room Maimed us at the start And now home just breaks my heart To America I have come I hope to bring your preachermen Home to show my people
I see my people round me dying, I see the faces of their mothers crying I see the eyes of a guilty priest that knows he's lying People denying shit their
true And the songs we knew and a picture of you And a beat up van with a guitar in my hand So I could work it through Lonely American nights Can make
kind of preformer I would have become had I only been blessed with gorgeous tits, yes, here they are! Here thay are, You've read about them in people
people of israel with, one thought.. That they are not alone -- the people of new york, People of the united states of america Indeed decent freedom loving people
kid This game is bugged these kids done jinxed it Fix these plans I got hopes and dreams son Rolling down hill and the year has just begun I see America lonely
it, lookin over a city that's gritty And rather pretty, a pity It's hard to find but inequity covers every itty bitty Square diamond, the engine, of america
like your girl was riding on top of me I should of took her to trial and never copped a plea But this ain't a Christian nation motherfucka please America
people dying from lonely days were walking and trying to take our souls away Were just spending out our time angels in America slapping on a dime Slide
(inspired by the WTC disaster) yes, us people are just poems we're 90% metaphor with a leanness of meaning approaching hyper-distillation and once
, nobody, does it like R.U.L.E They do but don't do it like me Nobody, nobody, does it like R.U.L.E These niggaz incredible, throughout the ghettos of America People