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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. Terrorist 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 West Virginia farm Shorty aint learned to walk already heavily armed Civilians and little children is especially harmed Camouflaged Torahs, Bibles and glorious Qu'rans 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 cause they aint 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 marchin' for freedom Burn down their Teepees, turn their TV's on to teach em, and move! [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 Now the poor Ku Klux man see that we're all brothers; Not cause things are the same, but Cause we lack the same color And that's green, now that's mean Can't burn his cross cause he cant 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, Nigga! they aint livin' 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 funds But if they aint givin' it up, then they aint getting' none And don't give em all, naw man, just give em some. It's 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 nigga Give yellow man tool, make him railroad builda Also give him pan, make him pull gold from river Give black man crack, glocks and tings Give red man craps, slot machines... Now bring it back! (8X) Don't give the black man food, give red man liquor Red man fool, black man nigga Give yellow man tool, make him railroad builda Also give him pan, make him pull gold from river Give black man crack, glocks and tings Give red man craps, slot machines... Now bring it back! (8X) [ Back to People Speak, The lyrics list ]
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