The lights go on, the scene is overcrowded. It takes my mind away, it takes my mind away. They raise their hands, it's time to give it all we've got.
The lights go on The scene is overcrowded It takes my mind away It takes my mind away They raise their hands It's time to give it all we've got It helps
Traduzione: My American Heart. In Between.
dilemma-debting vendetta Escaped briefly back to my apartment Parked in front the fan And reminesce about the day I ran a mile with your heart in my hand
based pardons ain't enough My stilts truly personify the serbonite flea circus We urchins merkin on daily I catapult brain opera past basic Tear my own
always got the feeling you just like to hear it fall off your tongue but I remember my name in your mouth and I don't think I was done hearing it close to my
distillation I've got no room for a lie so verbose I'm looking out over my whole human family and I'm raising my glass in a toast here's to our last
without my menthols. Damn cable TV got me trapped in Girls actin' dumb and cops beatin' black men Overfill, overkill, tryin' to deal Call the toll free and order my
more crack, all the boys on my back hearin' "RUN" Yea, I changed & came, all them years, on the stairs G Rap & Kane I felt pain, them beamers still lurkin' my
one's sleep. I'm part of an ill generation whose forehead Bear the stigmata of fictive revolutions But my hands are tied and I'm mute Chocking with my
through my jungle And met an angel about to sin I heard a voice from inside of me When the youth of America cried: Can you help me, hear me call
that close to bein hit up But his daughter's my niece and so I keep it on some peace shit I guess my kindness is my weakness Found out who killed my
a god and a church and they're both in my head My heart is a tool, used for pumping blood My soul is on the bottom of my shoe covered in mud [Time:]
naked but I made it With passion of a Microphone Patriot I did it for my Fathers; I did it for my Mothers and my Brothers I did it for the world to discover
-ships she was in a love triangle but it wasn't like my feelings weren't there to make it a square penny's for her thoughts she's my very own American
off, back on my feet now headed to the sky, can't even see down award shows, i poured my heart out and people still steady trynna point my flaws out and
you die These are the words of general Arabia These are the thoughts heard in our streets This, is what I hear, everyday Death to America... people... [