If you would suck my soul,
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I will lick your funky emotion
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Is this America?! Yeah!
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Is this freedom?! No!
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Is this Democracy?! No!
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Is equallity?! No!
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What do we want? Freedom!
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Taking this shit into the effect mode
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Expressing my feelings before I exploded
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About the suffering passed on to a black man
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By the money hungry seeking white man
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Fucking up our streets with pollution
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Then lock a nigga up for the solution
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There they go now taking on the little man
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Fuck wit the cartel or the white
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Arrest musicains for the things they say
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But can't find a crime after it got sprayed
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This is America in God we trust
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We won just this but
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A dick is in the dust
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I'm streotype so I fit the description
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A nigga has the stigma for pushing or pimpin'
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Police harrass me and public embarass me
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They use brutallity without asking me
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I'm mad cuz I was caught and reached for his license
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Cops pulls the gun and cold ice
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And I'm a victim of society I got societal ills
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It's harder to pay bills than pop pills
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They send a brother off to fight for your country
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When ask for ours we get nothing
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I look for work and get my feelings hurt
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They got my back against the wall
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And my dick is in the dirt
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Lets talk about this man they call Nino Brown
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The black man they call Nino brown
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You know there's alot of Nino Browns in every city
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In the United States of America
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America had formed a Nino Brown in every city
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Basicallly because we have no way out
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Ah, Is that what America really wants us to think
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That we have don't way out
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Here's an example, You have never seen
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A black man come into Miami with
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pounds and pounds of marijuana pounds and pounds of cocaine
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You have never seen a black man drop off
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A kilo load of cocaine out of a plane
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Yet it is still in our community everyday
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And we're the ones going to jail for it
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The system is designed to lead us to stray
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So we turn to guns and drugs for our pay
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It's the sign of the times
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I gotta get mine all I live is a life of crime
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I come up hard from the ran down ghetto
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You talk your ass off but tell me what a nigga know
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All I see is alot of neighborhood drama
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Babies crying, I wonder where's the mama
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C.O.D. got rushed to tramu
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A dealer had to deal to make a fast buck
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She was just a patient, What the fuck
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His back's against the wall and his dick's in the dust
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In The Dust
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