I'D Rather Have America - Lyrics - Wynn Stewart

Title: I'D Rather Have America
Artist: Wynn Stewart
Composer(s): Penny Jay

Lyric:
From the icy cliffs of Iceland, I've traveled over the land
Through the darkness of Greenland to the islands of Japan
I've met with many people, all kinds of them you see
But I'd rather have America my homeland where I'm free

I've seen the hot Pacific, the ocean wide and deep
I've been in old Korea with its mud up to my knees
I've walked the streets of China, seen all there is to see
But I'd rather have America my homeland where I'm free

I've sailed the wide Atlantic to France and Germany
The beauty there in Paris just didn't mean a thing to me
I made my way to England and on to Italy
'Cause I'd rather have America my homeland where I'm free

And Iceland have its icy cliffs and forty-five below
And Greenland keep its darkness and the freezin' winds that blow
Don't put me off in China or Korea's muddy land
Let Paris keep her beauty and the islands of Japan

I don't want Germany or France or Italy
I'd rather have America my homeland where I'm free
I'd rather have America my homeland where I'm free

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What Say You - Lyrics - Travis Tritt

Title: What Say You
Artist: Travis Tritt
Composer(s): Frank Myers, Michael Bradford

Lyric:
I believe that there's a right
And I believe that there's a wrong
That north and south, black and white
Can somehow get along
What say you, what say you?

I believe that there's a basic good
In the heart of every man
And I'm not gonna criticize
What I can't understand
What say you, what say you?

I'm not afraid to say what's on my mind
To take a stand, to draw the line
To speak my heart and bare my soul
I don't like lies, I'd rather know, truth
Hey, what say you, what say you?

But I'm not ashamed of where I come from
With this blue collar on my shirt
And I don't look for handouts
'Cause I'm not afraid of work
What say you, yeah, what say you?

Man, I don't talk no religion
And I ain't gonna wave that flag
But I love God and America
And I'd fight for what I have
What say you, yeah, what say you?

I know I'm not always right
I don't think I'm better than you
I don't have all the answers
But I'll share my point of view
What say you?

Yeah, I'm not afraid to say what's on my mind
Take a stand and draw that line
To speak my heart and bare my soul
I don't like lies, I'd rather know, truth
So what say you?

What say you?
What say you and you
And you and you and you?
What say you?
What say you?

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Comin' Home - Lyrics - Live - City And Colour

Title: Comin' Home
Album: Live
Artist: City And Colour
Composer(s): Dallas Green

Lyric:
Well, I've been down to Georgia, I've seen the streets in the West
I've driven down the 90, hell, I've seen America's best
I've been through the Rockies, well, I've seen Saskatoon
I've driven down the Highway 1, just hopin' that I'd see you soon

'Cause I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home
I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home
I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home, comin' home

I've never been to Alaska but I can tell you this
I've been to Lincoln, Nebraska and hell, you know it ain't worth shit
I've been through Nova Scotia, Sydney to Halifax
But I'll never take any pictures 'cause I know I'll just be right back

'Cause I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home
I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home
I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home, comin' home

Well, I've seen a palace in London, I've seen a castle in Wales
But I'd rather wake up beside you and breathe that old familiar smell
I never thought you could leave me, I figured I was the one
But I understand your sadness, so I guess I should just hold my tongue

But I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home
I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home
Comin' home, I'm comin' home, comin' home

I know that we're takin' chances, you told me life was a risk
I just have one last question, will it be my heart or will it be his?

Comin' home, I'm comin' home
I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home
I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home
I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home

I'm comin' home, comin' home
I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home
I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home
I'm comin' home, comin' home, I'm comin' home

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There Only Was One Choice - Lyrics - Harry Chapin

Title: There Only Was One Choice
Artist: Harry Chapin
Composer(s): Harry F. Chapin

Lyric:
There's a kid out on my corner hear him strumming like a fool
Shivering in his dungarees but still he's going to school
His cheeks are made of peach fuzz, his hopes may be the same
But he's signed up as a soldier out to play the music game

There are fake patches on his jacket
He's used bleach to fade his jeans
With a brand new stay pressed shirt
And some creased and wrinkled dreams
His face a blemish garden but his eyes are virgin clear
His voice is Chicken Little's, but he's hearing Paul Revere

When he catches himself giggling
He forces up a sneer
Though he'd rather have a milk shake
He keeps forcing down the beer
Just another folkie, late in coming down the pike
Riding his guitar, he left Kid brother with his bike

And he's got Guthrie running in his bones
He's the hobo kid who's left his home
And his Beatles records and the Rolling Stones
This boy is staying acoustic

There's Seeger singing in his heart
He hopes his songs will somehow start
To heal the cracks that split apart
America gone plastic

And now there's Dylan dripping from his mouth
He's hitching himself way down south
To learn a little black and blues
From old street men who paid their dues
'Cause they knew they had nothing to lose
They knew it, so they just got to it

With cracked old Gibsons and red clay shoes
Playing 1 4 5 chords like good news
And cursed with skin that calls for blood
They put their face and feet in mud
But oh, they learned the music from way down there
The real ones learn it somewhere

Strum your guitar, sing it kid
Just write about your feelings, not the things you never did
Inexperience, it once had cursed me
But your youth is no handicap, it's what makes you thirsty

Hey kid, you know you can hear your footsteps
As you're kicking up the dust
And the rustling in the shadows tells you secrets you can trust
The capturing of whispers is the way to write a song
It's when you get to microphones, the music can go wrong

You can't see the audience with spotlights in your eyes
Your feet can't feel the highway from where the Lear jet flies
When you glide in silent splendor in your padded limousines
Only you are crying there behind the silver screen

Now you battle dragons, but they'll all turn into frogs
When you grab the wheel of fortune, you get caught up in the cog

First your art turns into craft then the yahoos start to laugh
Then you'll hear the jackals howl 'cause they love to watch the fall
They're the lost ones out there feeding
On the wounded and the bleeding
They always are the first to see the cracks upon the walls

When I started this song I was still thirty-three
The age that Mozart died and sweet Jesus was set free
Keats and Shelley too soon finished, Charley Parker would be
And I fantasized some tragedy'd be soon curtailing me

Well just today I had my birthday, I made it thirty-four
Mere mortal, not immortal, not star-crossed anymore
I've got this problem with my aging, I no longer can ignore
A tame and toothless tabby can't produce a lion's roar

And I can't help being frightened on these midnight afternoons
When I ask the loaded questions
"Why does winter come so soon?"
And where are all the golden girls that I was singing for
The daybreak chorus of my dreams serenades no more

Yeah the minute man is going soft, the mirror's on the shelf
Only when the truth's up there can you fool yourself?
I am the aged jester who won't gracefully retire
A clumsy clown without a net caught staggering on the high wire

Yesterday's a collar that has settled round my waist
Today keeps slipping by me, it leaves no aftertaste
Tomorrow is a daydream, the future's never true
Am I just a fading fire or a breeze passing through?

Hello my Country, I once came to tell everyone your story
Your passion was my poetry
And your past, my most potent glory
Your promise was my prayer
Your hypocrisy my nightmare
And your problems fill my present
Are we both going somewhere?

Step right up young lady
Your two hundred birthdays make you old if not senile
And we see the symptoms there in your rigor mortise smile
With your old folks eating dog food and your children eating paint
While the pirates own the flag and sell us sermons on restraint

And while blood's the only language
That your deaf old ears can hear
And still you will not answer with that message coming clear
Does it mean there's no more ripples in your tired old glory stream
And the buzzards own the carcass of your dream?

Oh B U Y Centennial
Sell 'em pre-canned laughter
America Perennial
Sing happy ever after

There's a dance band on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to thee
And the iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me

Yes I read it in the New York Times
That was on the stands today
It said that dreams were out of fashion
We'll hear no more empty promises
There'll be no more wasted passions
To clutter up our play

It really was a good sign
The words went on to say
It shows that we are growing up
In oh, so many healthy ways
And I told myself this is exactly where I'm at
But I don't much like thinking about that

Harry, are you really so naive?
You can honestly believe
That the country's getting better
When all you do is let her alone
Harry, can you really be surprised?
When it's there before your eyes
When you hold the knife that carves her
You live the life that starves her to the bone

Good dreams don't come cheap
You've got to pay for them
If you just dream when you're asleep
There is no way for them, to come alive, to survive

It's not enough to listen, it's not enough to see
When the hurricane is coming on, it's not enough to flee
It's not enough to be in love we hide behind that word
It's not enough to be alive, when your future's been deferred

What I've run through my body, what I've run through my mind
My breath's the only rhythm and the tempo is my time
My enemy is hopelessness, my ally honest doubt
The answer is a question that I never will find out

Is music propaganda, should I boogie, rock and roll
Or just an early warning system hitched up to my soul
Am I observer or participant or huckster of belief
Making too much of a life so mercifully brief?

So I stride down sunny streets and the band plays back my song
They're applauding at my shadow, long after I am gone
Should I hold this wistful notion that the journey is worthwhile
Or tiptoe cross the chasm with a song and a smile?

Well I got up this morning, I don't need to know no more
It evaporated nightmares that had boiled the night before
With every new day's dawning, my kid climbs in my bed
And tells the cynics of the board room your language is dead

And as I wander with my music through the jungles of despair
My kid will learn guitar and find his street corner somewhere
There he'll make the silence listen to the dream behind the voice
And show his minstrel Hamlet daddy that there only was one choice

Strum your guitar, sing it kid
Just write about your feelings not the things you never did
Inexperience, it once had cursed me
But your youth is no handicap, it's what makes you thirsty, hey kid

Strum your guitar, sing it kid
Just write about your feelings not the things you never did

Dance band on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to thee
The iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me

The dance band on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to thee
And the iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me

Yeah the dance band on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to thee
And the iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me

Come on
Yeah the dance band on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to thee
And the iceberg's on the starboard bow

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Endangered Species (Tales From The Darkside) [Remix] - Chuck D Listen - Lyrics - Kill At Will - Ice Cube

Title: Endangered Species (Tales From The Darkside) [Remix] - Chuck D Listen
Album: Kill At Will
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Bernard Worrell, William Earl Collins, Eric Sadler, O'Shea Jackson, Carlton Ridenhour, Jr., George Clinton, Garry Shider, Anthony Wheaton, Grace Cook Hazel

Lyric:
Peace. ha-ha don't make me laugh
All I hear is motherfuckers talkin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by the trigger
How the fuck do you figure?
That I can say peace and the gunshots won't cease
Every cop killin' goes ignored
They just send another nigga to the morgue
A point scored- they could give a fuck about us
They rather catch us with guns and white powder
If I was old, they'd probably be a friend of me
Since I'm young, they consider me the enemy
They kill ten of me to get the job correct
To serve, protect, and break a nigga's neck
'Cause I'm the one with the trunk of funk
And "Fuck Tha Police" in the tape deck
You should listen to me 'cause there's more to see
Call my neighborhood a ghetto 'cause it houses minorities
The other color don't know you can run but not hide
These are tales from the darkside

You wanna free Africa, I stare at you
'Cause we ain't got it too good in America
I can't fuck with them overseas
My homeboy died over a key of cocaine
It was plain and simple
The nine millimeter went pop to the temple
Pop pop pop was the sound I put the bitch down
And ran to the schoolyard bathroom
Looked in the trash can yo it had room
So I ducked my ass in it for a minute
Covered with sweat I had the layback
Mad as fuck, thinkin' about the payback
Tonight the crew gonna have a little fun
I went home and cocked the barrel of my shotgun
It's gettin' critical - I start the five-point-oh
There they go - drive real slow
I yelled out "Ice Cube sucka"
Shot gun hit - and murder motherfuckers
I told you last album, when I got a sawed off, bodies are hard off
Its a shame, that niggas die young
But to the light side it don't matter none
It'll be a drive by homicide
But to me it's just another tale from the darkside

Standing in the middle of war
The middle we flex
When we die, they won't make check
Ebony can't see to the darkside
The term they apply to us is a nigga
Call it what you want, 'cause I'm comin' from the coroner
Same applies with a PhD
Who's black - don't wanna role - sells his soul
Watch his head go rollin'
Who the fuck are they foolin'?
Nobody knows, but I suppose the color of my clothes
Matches the color of the one on my face as they wonder what's under my waist
Standin' on the verge of them gettin' brown
That's a fact got a fear on their bozack
Run, run, run, their ass off, they can not hide
Yet cube, they can't fuck with the darkside

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Servin' Tha Fiends - Lyrics - BTNHResurrection - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Servin' Tha Fiends
Album: BTNHResurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Jimmy Jt Thomas, Stanley Howse, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Hey, hey, holla, holla nigga
What's happening?
I got the biggest boulders right here motherfucker
These motherfucking rocks fat

Hey, at ten o'clock, I don't wanna see
None of y'all little niggas up on the motherfucking block
Y'all got ta clear this motherfucka off
Curfew nigga, get ta fuck up outta here off my block

Who servin' tha fiends
Hundred thousands of green
For the love of money
Cash all around me

Demons can cloud me
While I'm in the county I can die
Flipped up my style-y as we came at the same time
Baby tempted, in the tension

Ouija shit got you demented
Crash the Benz and ending your sentence
Born for criminal defendants
Critical breaking in the ghetto bar thinking

Millenium shit like pestilence war and famine
Animals move animals reputed
Every daily grades let it be the reason
My Cleveland niggas revolve like dead bodies

In Eden leading seeping
And I don't wanna rock the pump
But I doubt it if I have ta pop the trunk
I'ma get 'em when they thinking they miss me what

Nigga that thuggish, ruggish fuck them up
Rolling wid my bucks in the biggest snatch shit
All of my dogs all of we lie
Nigga you touched and stuck on murda

Smoking up bud and fucking up blunts
It was the 7th sign regime
Wid the nines and beams the philly and green
Wid a clik tight team and a nigga like me

Ya couldn't go wrong wid we
Eyes bloodshot red when I floss instead
I rather run up and smash you wid a passion

And they chalking it off his head
Nigga instead I'ma let them bleed
Nigga, immortal warrior from the walking dead

It's just another day I gotta get paid
Who got the biggest boulder
Who servin' tha fiends

It's just another day I gotta get paid
Who got the biggest boulder
Who servin' tha fiends

Now could this be B O B
The bad boy the Bone
I be thugging for eternal
Wanna test me it's on

Now where my niggas at
Pull a nigga wig back
Nigga dig that dig that
All original peep the zone criminal here we go

From a place where a nigga might bury, ya
Nigga act up and I betta take care ah, ya
Scared ah ya, I be ready for the war
Nigga I'm America's most

Barely coast ta coast
If you ready for whateva you can ride wit me
But if you lie ta me and don't die for me
Look in my eyes and see you can't hide from me

Sleepwalk shit talk nigga
That be running from niggas in the ghetto
Now get on my level rebuking the devil
Representing like ah heavenly rebel

Even though my screws loose I can tigheten 'em up
And put a twist to the game like a monkey wrench
For the funny shit
All about the murda for the love ah money shit

Gettin' paid, got it made in the shade nigga
If you got and I want it I'ma take it
Nigga made it and I told ya we'd make it
Kept it real and it'd neva be fake shit

Half baked and gone off this indoe stick
Wanna hit it call just as you next
Hit it two times and pass

And nigga hold ya breath
Lay playing wid a half deck
Playin' wid ah half deck

It's just another day I gotta get paid
Who got the biggest boulder
Who servin' tha fiends

I'm fucked up but I bail on the darkside
Dwell, wid the hustla ta get this mayo
Plannig ta sell the yayo for my mayo
Nobody be fucking wid Bone top platinum

So ah, now that you got that album fool
Tell me what in the fuck you gon' do wid it
Stay drop and hit up they head
That ch'all can go and get

Peepin' here they come wake it off
So quicker they come wid ah weekly drumstick
Servin' them paper murda them 1 8 7 ova haters
Fuck you be done

Did it wid niggas do whateva they gotta do
My nigga just do what ya gotta do
Even if you gotta spark a few
Just rob a few jack move

It's just another day I gotta get paid
Niggas ain't rapping the same way
Made niggas it figures now thug wid these niggas
That eating betta than the nigga

Betta lay in low so when the po po rolling
Stroll on my depths as a criminal
Homicidal activity bring 'em up all up
Nigga let's show this shit be real

But stack up realer than a nigga talk gats loco
Straight smoke ah, motherfucka do it fast
Bucking 'em down here red on his back back

It's just another day I gotta get paid
Who got the biggest boulder
Who servin' tha fiends

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Endangered Species (Tales From The Darkside) - Lyrics - Featuring... Ice Cube - Ice Cube

Title: Endangered Species (Tales From The Darkside)
Album: Featuring... Ice Cube
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Bernard Worrell, William Earl Collins, Eric Sadler, O'Shea Jackson, Carlton Ridenhour, Jr., George Clinton, Garry Shider, Anthony Wheaton, Grace Cook Hazel

Lyric:
Peace. ha-ha don't make me laugh
All I hear is motherfuckers talkin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by the trigger
How the fuck do you figure?
That I can say peace and the gunshots won't cease
Every cop killin' goes ignored
They just send another nigga to the morgue
A point scored- they could give a fuck about us
They rather catch us with guns and white powder
If I was old, they'd probably be a friend of me
Since I'm young, they consider me the enemy
They kill ten of me to get the job correct
To serve, protect, and break a nigga's neck
'Cause I'm the one with the trunk of funk
And "Fuck Tha Police" in the tape deck
You should listen to me 'cause there's more to see
Call my neighborhood a ghetto 'cause it houses minorities
The other color don't know you can run but not hide
These are tales from the darkside

You wanna free Africa, I stare at you
'Cause we ain't got it too good in America
I can't fuck with them overseas
My homeboy died over a key of cocaine
It was plain and simple
The nine millimeter went pop to the temple
Pop pop pop was the sound I put the bitch down
And ran to the schoolyard bathroom
Looked in the trash can yo it had room
So I ducked my ass in it for a minute
Covered with sweat I had the layback
Mad as fuck, thinkin' about the payback
Tonight the crew gonna have a little fun
I went home and cocked the barrel of my shotgun
It's gettin' critical - I start the five-point-oh
There they go - drive real slow
I yelled out "Ice Cube sucka"
Shot gun hit - and murder motherfuckers
I told you last album, when I got a sawed off, bodies are hard off
Its a shame, that niggas die young
But to the light side it don't matter none
It'll be a drive by homicide
But to me it's just another tale from the darkside

Standing in the middle of war
The middle we flex
When we die, they won't make check
Ebony can't see to the darkside
The term they apply to us is a nigga
Call it what you want, 'cause I'm comin' from the coroner
Same applies with a PhD
Who's black - don't wanna role - sells his soul
Watch his head go rollin'
Who the fuck are they foolin'?
Nobody knows, but I suppose the color of my clothes
Matches the color of the one on my face as they wonder what's under my waist
Standin' on the verge of them gettin' brown
That's a fact got a fear on their bozack
Run, run, run, their ass off, they can not hide
Yet cube, they can't fuck with the darkside

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Why (Remix) - Lyrics - Jadakiss

Title: Why (Remix)
Artist: Jadakiss
Composer(s): Kejuan Muchita, Anthony Hamilton, Pierre Moerlen, Jason Phillips

Lyric:
All that I've been given
It's this pain that I be living
(The remix, the remix)
They got me in the system
Why they gotta do me like that?

Why is garbage music selling a lot?
Why is the music industry state of mind real far from hip hop?
Why vote republican if you black?
Why build more jails, less schools 'cuz we under attack?

Why I keep the four pound in the air?
The revolution will not be televised get from around here
Why I keep my right fist in the sky?
I let them know that we gonna make it, don't plan our demise

Why you gotta teach your kids on your own?
'Cuz when you get in the zone
They bringing you in, you both getting cloned

Why we still gotta pray to Allah?
It's hip hop, this the 'New World Order'
And they playin' us hard

Why rappers getting protection?
Why the country ain't flipped
When they jerked the votes the last election?

Why die for all my beliefs?
I gotta look at my kids I rather smile
Then cry when he's sleep, that's why

Why, why they got me strugglin'? Why?
All the brothas locked behind bars
Drained up in the system going crazy
I'm battling my pistol going, why?

Why do niggas say I changed for a girl?
Why you worried 'bout my clothes?
If my flow gon' change the world?
Why you wait till you 30 to try to be hard?
Why I gotta have religion if I believe in God?

Why is Bush acting like he trying to get Osama?
Why don't we impeach him and elect Obama?
Why ain't Rick James remembered for classic hits?
Why do we remember Rick for smackin' a bitch?

Why did Ricky Williams retire? They mad at Miami
Why did Justin sell Janet out and go to the Grammy's?
Why you kill on every song, why you frown at the screen?
It?s so many thrones, why we argue who is the King?

Why it's over for the gangsta, why it's over for bling?
Why they hype Britney up, they know she can't sing?
Why a whip and a chain a black American dream?
Why I know it in my heart it remains unseen? Why?

Why, why they got me strugglin'? Why?
All the brothas locked behind bars
Drained up in the system going crazy
I'm battling my pistol going, why?

Registered voter not blood of a panther
Why is the question what is the answer?
Got a suggestion, here's an example
Won't we build our own airline, states, and highways?
Fly to Africa, do some trades with Zimbabwe

Why did Malcolm's mission die with the man?
Why we ain't pick it up where he left it and carry out his plan?
Why the merger try to exclude L.A. Reid?
He brought you Usher, Outkast top-selling CD's

Why do half America got AIDS?
Why do schools care about your son's braids
More than they care for his grades?

Why they hate our white t-shirts and hats turned backwards?
And why is Jesus Christ never played by black actors?
And why there ain't a MC that can touch me nor budge me?
And why is Nas the best thing in rap since Chuck D?

And why this record ain't sell 5 mill yet?
Jada's as real as it get
Put my money where my mouth is
We do something 'bout this

Why, why they got me strugglin'? Why?
All the brothas locked behind bars
Drained up in the system going crazy
I'm battling my pistol going, why?

Yo by thugs, I'm surrounded
Tell me why is it the money motivates me?
But the love keeps me grounded?
Why my cases ain't get thrown out?
And why team USA keep getting blown out?

Why the Democratic party ain't getting with me?
Why they still hanging black bodies in Mississippi?
Yea, why did governor McGrevey get caught with a lizard?
Why they take away Shyne's phone calls and visits?

Why I been hot for 7 years?
Why the new M5 come with 7 gears?
Please tell me why y'all keep making that trash?
Why they reinstating the draft, why is it so much hating you have?

And why sell records and keep working?
Why we go on stage with the bread with the feet working?
Shit Li's real, why when I loved on die you miss them?
Why it took for me to make 'Why' for y'all to listen?

Why, why they got me strugglin'? Why?
All the brothas locked behind bars
Drained up in the system going crazy
I'm battling my pistol going, why?

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Glitter Gulch - Lyrics - King of America - Elvis Costello

Title: Glitter Gulch
Album: King of America
Artist: Elvis Costello
Composer(s): Elvis Costello

Lyric:
Enter Madam X, painted in
A shocking pink spangled dress
Her teeth are perfect but her mouth is loose

Rubbing their hands together
She persuades them that it's better to confess
Which unpleasant fate they'd like to choose

Every step might be your last
Money signs are in your eyes sucker
You've been taken in this time

You might just get out alive if you're lucky
All the vultures tuning in to Glitter Gulch
Are looking in on you and they're hungry

He stood five feet tall in his
Elevator shoes and stovepipe hat
He was known by several different names

Prompted by Madam X he answered all their questions
And then after that he said
I'm sick and tired of stupid games

Every step might be your last
Money signs are in your eyes sucker
You've been taken in this time

You might just get out alive if you're lucky
All the vultures tuning in to Glitter Gulch
Are looking in on you and they're hungry

We've got prizes if you can afford
Some small humiliation before you get your reward
And I'd rather be an outlaw than an inlaw to you

And to live my life in miserable poverty
Than to have to grovel to have some dream home hovel
So watch me while I get away with prime time robbery

As he enters Madam X he things of
Red raged faces and the sweet greenbacks
He climbed upon his honey
And he covered her with money

As they do their victory dance
He thinks I hope they choke upon their laughter tracks
They can all go straight to hell
While we howl down the whole hotel

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Keepin It Gangsta (Remix) - Lyrics - Street Dreams - Fabolous

Title: Keepin It Gangsta (Remix)
Album: Street Dreams
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): J Grinnage, David Styles, Paul Cain, Ken Ifill, E Murray, John Jackson, Ernesto Shaw, Jason Phillips

Lyric:
D Block, true indeed
Double R, yes, true indeed
Desert Storm, true indeed
Sheek Lu' where you at?
Aah, true indeed
Haha, you know how we doin' baby?
Keepin' it gangsta, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yo

How many men could you kill? Let me count all the bullets I got
Many bricks could move, you can say 20 a block
Many niggas'll ride you could fill a football field
How much money you got? You think I signed a football deal

My nigga give me the word, I'ma kill that lane
You know major league niggas play the kidnap game
Have the kid missin' for days, listen and pray
And I'ma kill 6 of your niggas, 6 different ways

And we still got extra of rhymes, still gangsta
Try to run up on the guy, that send your legs to your mom
And we still got kilos of Coke
Ruff Ryders to the death, ride or die nigga we know the oath

That's why I'm tryin' to send this metal through your head
'Cause you got me curious, you probably look better when your dead
Nine by the spine, 5th in the Holst
Scum bag it's them D-Block boys, Daddy kissin' the ghost

Comin' through like 'The Matrix' in the A-6
Triple black leather, six-speed, with the gray stick
Give me the safe, I spit at your face
Double clip in your mug, then have S P hit it wit mase

And we just caught Burners and do me, I'll say this
Your little niggas lookin' up to me like the walls in Green Haven
Keep heat and we shank ya, rob ya and say, "Thank ya"
Now, that's keepin' it gangsta

Ya'll know who, keepin' it gangsta
We come through, keepin' it gangsta
Ya'll know how we do, keepin' it gangsta
My whole crew, keepin' it gangsta
(Yeah, okay, uh, yeah, uh, yo)

We your favorite gangstas, favorite gangstas, do better both
Before these slugs sink hitters, weighs like anchors
We don't own clean guns, all our skets is dirty
I toss bullets, New York niggas gel like Testaverde

I don't keep the scope on a ratchet
For the dope, I'm gonna catch it
Make sure the joint ain't point blank so they can't open your casket
My whole crew got glocks on 'em
In a hurry to shoot, like they put shot clocks on 'em

All that gossip we blast, better see if they possibly has
A V 12 ambulance that will get you to a hospital fast
We done came out the cages in shackles
I ain't call a pager to track you, I'm loadin' up gages to whack you

We been riding together and us back and forth
It's like puttin' Saddam Hussein and Bin Laden together
Soon as you get a crumb, they wanna bury ya
That's why I travel with a semi like Eddie in 'Coming To America'

Silencers, it sound like it's hummin' when I'm airin' ya
Won't know you hit, 'til your body numbin' in that area
The kids don't want to see the toast of Mom and Daddy
Plus we rather be roastin' Charming fatties in a toasted armor Caddy

And we come through with chains glisten and thangs spittin'
Hollow shots'll leave your brain missin'
Ghetto F A B and Paul Cain, nigga
We gettin' heaps of complaints for keepin' it gangsta

Ya'll know who, keepin' it gangsta
We come through, keepin' it gangsta
Ya'll know how we do, keepin' it gangsta
My whole crew, keepin' it gangsta

Hey yo, we represent them down ass niggas, okay
M O P, okay, rip rounds at you clown ass niggas, all day
B Day nigga get up off snooze
Don't make me put your gangsta on the 6 o'clock news

You ride in a what, what's up, don't get it fucked up
Or twisted, 'cause you'll get it twisted and fucked up
And die in that truck, be cautious when your walkin' through
Be careful who you talkin' too, comes the boom

It's the livest motherfucers of the century
You niggas is killin' me, you got to be kiddin' me, aha, aha
Ain't nobody takin' it and makin' it
Extra like dust, throwin' they ass on the record and bless it like Gus

Now, about them weak flows, keep those, we eat those
As far as meat goes, we keep those, the street knows
The M O, M O P is what's up
We in the cut, Brownsville is heatin' it up, come on

Yo, your ego, why still spit lines, that your bitch?
Play C low and spit four five's at your six
Ya'll really wanna lose your life
So, I'ma smack flames out ya
Pick ya money up and roof ya dice

Yo, you done know were we from, soldier come, soldier jump
Soldier, you been found and your whip's slumped over
With your gangsta ass, dead and your gone
Iced out, chain out, with ya brains out, head on your horn

You know who be keepin' it gangsta
With a truck full of goons that fakesta
And the Brownsville niggas from the past
That run up, put a hammer to ya gut and tell ya
"Drop it in the bag"

You gangsta, Paul, whatever
'Cause for real if I ever, ever, what?
Ever, ever catch yo ass flippin', I'ma pop a collar, boom
Woo mack and when your bitch holla

Ya'll know who, keepin' it gangsta
We come through, keepin' it gangsta
Ya'll know how we do, keepin' it gangsta
My whole crew, keepin' it gangsta

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Until It Happens To You - Lyrics - Underground Network - Anti Flag

Title: Until It Happens To You
Album: Underground Network
Artist: Anti Flag
Composer(s): Christopher Mark Head, Justin Cathal Geever, Patrick Christ Bollinger, Christopher Lee Barker

Lyric:
You walk past an activist, who is talking on the street
About political prisoners, locked up in your own home state
And you think for just a minute, you think for just a second
Then you say, "That can't be true!
'Cause I live in the land of freedom where no one gets a screw!"

You turn your face, you turn your back
You say, "That can't be true!"
You stay safe lost in your prefab world
'Cause you're sure it won't happen to you
You're sure it won't happen to you
Just wait till it happens to you!

You heard it everyday, since the first day of your life
But you never stopped to think, what you heard was full of lies
You can't question for a minute, can't question for a second
'Cause you're nothing but a tool
Who's blueprints are tailored and fashioned
Each night by the evening news

You turn your face, you turn your back
You say, "That can't be true!"
You stay safe lost in your prefab world
'Cause you're sure it won't happen to you
You're sure it won't happen to you
Just wait till it happens to you!

You could stand on the street, talk 'til you're blue in the face
And they would not make you stop 'cause you have no power base
But if Dan Rather got on the Evening News
And said, "It?s time for revolution!"
The F.B.I. would fuck him up so bad
He?d wish he wasn't living!

They call it America, 'Land of the free, home of the brave'
And they call it America, 'Land of the free, home of the brave'
Yeah, they call it America, 'Land of the free, home of the brave'
More to the truth it's a murderer, it's the land of the enslaved!
Enslaved, enslaved, enslaved, enslaved, enslaved

You turn your face, you turn your back
You say, "That can't be true!"
You stay safe lost in your prefab world
'Cause you're sure it won't happen to you
You're sure it won't happen to you
You?re sure it won?t happen to
Sure it won?t happen
Sure it won?t happen to you!

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