back Pull the foundation up from the cracks Fool myself all day Why?! [Chorus:] You can't afford, to be ignored (Why?!) You're staring, too Why? Oh why? Oh why
, American made My country shitted on me She wants to get rid of me 'Cause the things I seen 'Cause the things I seen My country shitted on me She wants
't been to jail They caught my little homey on the hill an' made him tell He told about the murders an' the whole operation I feel like the slave on
(Oh yeah) How ya want it we got it (Oh yeah) Now imported from the planet of dope shit Be the native tongue Rocka one plug infinite dot com Getcha tail hooked in the thoughts Don Perry on
I throw the wifey in some Dolce And put some chains on my niggas like I own slaves I get up, look out the window hope the sun shining down on the niggas
send great inferno Till this day I write my journal Journal, urban journal (lord) [chorus] [killah priest] Dear heavenly father The reason why I stand at your gates holdin two revolvers 'cause down on
the Lord Why my people gotta be so poor, feel me and why's it so rough when you're young and black They say you go to jail or get strung on crack Why
of me Boy you kin to me, why we enemies? The ghetto is a trap Fuck where you from, nigga look where you at Where you wanna be? Point it out on a map
the Crips (What's up nigga?) Don't like scholarships because they hurt me" "Nothin' but a slave to the university That's why ya see me on the track
cop who done popped the desk And got the chop on his neck from when he knocked Celeste It was a slug, drug, he pressured everybody on the block Some
have it any other way Don't you lie to me you coke sniffing slut I know you hate my guts Come on, come on, stick it up, come on, come on, go When I
a fella watch her play Spinderella's not a fella but a girl DJ Spins you won't get And flip the vocal style, rip the instrumental Nice on a slice, swift on
just teachin' We want decent homes, so dreams we say out loud Like speaker phones, just to keep 'em on It's like a colored song that keep keepin' on
dumbing down the nation They dope up the youth So plug up your ears While phony punk bands cry about relationships We forget our roots And run on patriotic
whole collection I got a dope connection I got a coke connection I got a dope infection No homo, my flow is hard as an erection So that's why its fuck
ass on the couch before she passes out Fuck that, someone help Denaun He's upstairs naked with a weapon drawn Hey Von, you see me steppin' on these
' they are superior Why does the black licorice taste the worst? Why does the black jellybean taste the worst? Why do the bad guys always wear black?
