Lupe Fiasco - American Terrorists lyrics

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(feat. Matthew Santos)

Close your mind

Close your eyes

See with your heart

How do you forgive The Murderer of your Father?

The Ink of a Scholar is worth a thousand times more than the blood of a Martyr Terrorist

We came through the storm

Nooses on our necks And a smallpox blanket to keep us warm

On a 747 on the Pentagon Lawn

Wake up the alarm clock is connected to a bomb

Anthrax lab on a West Virginia farm

Shorty aint learned to walk already heavily armed

Civilians and little children is especially harmed

Camoflouged Torahs, Bibles and Glorious qurans

The Books that take you to heaven and let you meet the Lord there

Have become Misinterpreted, reasons for Warfare

We read em with blind eyes I guarantee you there's more there

The Rich must be blind because they didnt see the Poor there

Need to open up a Park, just close 10 schools

We dont need em

Can u please call the Fire Department they're down here Marchin for Freedom

Burn down their TV's, turn their TV's on to teach em

[CHORUS:]

The More Money that They Make, The More Money that They Make

The better (the better) they live

Whatever they Wanna take, Whatever they Wanna take, Whatever whatever it is

The more You wanna learn, the more that You try to learn, the better, better it gets

American Terrorist

Now the poor Klu Klux Man see that we're all brothers

Not because things are the same

Because we like the same color

Now that's green, that's mean

Cant Burn his Cross cause He Cant afford The Gasoline

Now if a Muslim Woman strapped with a bomb on a bus

With the seconds running give you the jitters?

Just imagine a American-based christian orginization planning to Poison water supplies to bring the Second-Coming quicker

Nigga they aint livin properly

Break em off a little Democracy

Turn their whole Culture to a Mockery

Give em Coca-Cola for their Property

Give em Gum, Give em Guns, Get em Young, Give em fun

If they aint Givin it up,Tthen they aint gettin None

And dont give em all naw, Man, just give em some

Its the paper some of these Cops must be Al-Qaeda nigga uh

[CHORUS x2]

It's Like

Don't give the Black man Food, Give Red Man liquor

Red Man fool, Black Man nigga

Give Yellow man tool, make him railroad builda

Also give him pan, make him pull Gold from river

Give Black Man Crack, Glocks and things, Give Red Man craps, slot machines

Now bring it back

Bring it Back [x2]