parole Play your role, the heat is so hot it can make you cold And they say I'm a son of a bitch Why? 'Cause I be with your son and your bitch You don
to man Sickness and disease spread all over the land To those that can clearly see This is our hope and dream That what America needs Is more love and
in America Rock in America (You can still) Rock in America (Rock in America) Rock in America (Yeah, you can still) Rock in America You can still rock in America
sister a clean syringe If she should get hepititis and die, that's just too bad My president says I cant give my brother a clean syringe If he should get hepititis and
Woo woo yeah, yeah, oh yeah Do all my brothers in Africa All stop shooting your brother Do all my brothers in Africa All stop shooting your brother I need your brother
catholic no not Baptist no not passive very active! United minds of the Americas minds of Africa and the Caribbean and the Europeans and the Asians and
turn it all around (Sound) To my sisters I communicate with the bass and tone Through speakers and the microphone 'Cause I'm tired of America dissin' my sisters (For example, like they dissed Tawana) And
thanked Not disrespected, not raped or spanked And if a woman ever said I did Uh, she's a motherfuckin' liar and I'm a set up kid And I can tear shit
Long hot days in July, the blood dries And the kid that didn't run is the kid who dies The body states of America filled with lies Shorties runin' and
America And it's a crime to smoke dank in America And it's a crime to be black in America And it's a crime to be black in America, come on now Keep
Paid, I'm Paid, I'm Paid [Verse 1] Give a woman none (uh' uh') I already gave my brother some It's my sister's turn Ain't it funny how the fish do birds
alright Tribute to my nation Say it loud I'm Black and I'm proud Say it loud and I'm Black and I'm proud, yeah I'm saying it loud I'm black and I'm proud
brotha, don't worry sista Listen little one, I mean God will protect All of us brothers and sisters v.2 Bullets chase and the soldier run. America and
Yo, this goes for all my brothers and sisters locked down For all my peoples incarcerated, for those who ain't make it Yo, in the housing, thousands
to America Sailed through the harbor of hopes and of dreams Back in the Thirties with the streets paved in gold And the sky laced with moonbeams Mothers and
she's dreaming for her freedom My girl America's dying while she's trying just to stop this fight Don't stop believing, my girl America And his palms and
and oil bloody money. Build your defenses my independent brothers and sisters. They?ll stop at nothing to get what they want. They paint the 3rd world (underground) as savage and
sisters and brothers They're killing their own race Go anywhere in black america and you'll see that's only face To watch Black America cry, no one see