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the thought – comingtoamerica (jay-z remix) lyrics

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[intro]
abolish i.c.e. like, now

[hook]
aluminum blankets on cold floors
make a child a statement for your cold war
punished just for coming to america
with enough funds, they could buy ’em couture
stacking ’em like sardines
they ain’t letting mothers hear their child’s screams
concentration camps running in america
indigenous people dying, standing for the dream

[verse]
aoc used the right name
but they don’t want to hear that on the right, mane
they don’t wanna shed no f-cking light on it
they just gonna frame it as the right thing
these asylum seekers!
we the land you supposed to be going to for freedom!
did you forget your history, or skip your readings?
you forgiving k!lling children and there’s gotta be a reason
so how’d it get to here?
we let our politician’s compet-tions run on fear
brown skin goes missing and y’all don’t shed a tear
then immigrants get treated vicious, and you just cheer?!
screaming “make my country great again”
what you mean is “fill them cages with the hated men”
you could give a f-ck about a date of death
’cause you found some biased data on the internet
there’s no excuse for this!
you ain’t told yourself the truth since like 2006
thinking god will save the climate and a wall will make us rich
while pockets getting lined, you lining up to take the d-ck
nah, i don’t mean a p-n-s
i’m talking nixon and i’m watching for impeachment
we need pelosi listening if we gon’ reach it
this one goes out to the generation-leeching
the leeches ain’t the foreigners
they all got names like jeffrey and mortimer
they got butlers, making them hors d’eourves
got a billion? send ’em to the coroner
unless they jay-z
’cause he ain’t made his riches off the slavery!
he hit his 20’s in the 80’s
that’s reparations for the wage-thief

[hook]
aluminum blankets on cold floors
make a child a statement for your cold war
punished just for coming to america
with enough funds, they could buy ’em couture
stacking ’em like sardines
they ain’t letting mothers hear their child’s screams
concentration camps running in america
indigenous people dying, standing for the dream



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