sent postmarked from somewhere out here It's in Latin, I think, I don't know Can you help me, my dear Please, can you help me, my dear Near to their
Перевод: Америка. Мой дорогой.
They sent postmarked from somewhere out here It's in Latin, I think, I don't know Can you help me, my dear Please, can you help me, my dear Near
they captured all my rage and violence In time I learned a few lessons Never fall for riches Apologizes to my true sisters Far from bitches Help me raise my
the Ground The belts grew tight as the Blast grew loud A loving wish whispered in my ear Please leave with grace, all the best my dear Yeah, it's like
telling what we could do Flee for a week or two, you can bring your peoples too Bullshit or not, I ain't even got a reason to When I smoke clear my dear
fall imagine how crazy that'll be America (America, America) America (America, this is not what you think it is) America (America, this is not what you think it is) America
just trying to advance my quotes I ain't making you the butt of my jokes But let's not stray from what I came to say To my beloved, think we need sometime
, cop an old up town choppin Choppin for dough, prophecise Monopolize ingrown, pull back with no remorse The horse power cross bow Soundin dope we off done the boat felt the flow Under my
Dear America I'm only what you made me Young, black and fuckin' crazy Please save me I'm dyin' inside Can't you see it in my eyes? I'm hopeless, fearless
as she knelt by her bedside she prayed Lord above hear my plea Protect all the boys who are fighting tonight and dear God keep America free
see America See the girls in California I'm hopin', it's going to come true But there's not a lot, I can do Could we have kippers for breakfast Mummy dear, Mummy dear
passport in my hand My new life can begin Your brat's American So they must let us in! In! The playground of mankind! The movie in my mind! I'm your
like the third world Decipher my deceiver make him a believer Spittin' jim stars, words in my mic type receiver Bond is my life so I live by my word
for better times Stay in America and give the kids a home Marry another, you should not be alone They will lay me in a pauper's grave Tell my father my