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lupe fiasco - american terrorist lyrics

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

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 w. virginia farm
shorty ain’t learned to walk already heavily armed
civilians and little children is especially harmed
camouflaged 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 didn’t see the poor there
need to open up a park, just close 10 schools
we don’t need ’em
can you please call the fire department they’re down here marching 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 and better they live
whatever they wanna take
whatever they wanna take
whatever whatever it is
the more that you wanna learn
the more that you try to learn
the better and better it gets
american terrorist
(terror)

now the poor klu klux man see that we’re all brothers not because things are the same because we lack the same
color that’s green, now that’s mean
cant burn his cross cause he can’t 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 an american-based christian organization planning to poison water supplies to bring the second-coming quicker
n-gg- they ain’t living 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 ain’t giving it up, then they ain’t getting none and don’t give ’em all naw, man, just give ’em some its
the paper, some of these cops must be al-qaeda

[chorus (2x)]

it’s like
don’t give the black man food, give red man liquor
red man fool, black man n-gg-
give yellow man tool, make him railroad builder
also give him pan, make him pull gold from river give black man crack, glocks and things, give red man
cr-ps, slot machines…

- lupe fiasco lyrics

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