the way you want your life? Your life? I see you in stereo I see you in stereo I see you in stereo Is this the way you want your life? Your life? Black
I sit and wait with the question Was it worth all your indecision? You're always running away from the best things you have Don't pretend you're the
hell of it Just pull your heart up off the ground Yelling out three cheers We're sounding silence to warn everyone around And now we're running from the life
type of modern life, is not for free Do I have to change my name? (C'mon) [Chorus: Madonna] American life (American life) I live the American dream (American
scrapper, cat stacker, good wood packer, Tear up the Dom P wrappers faster, Platinum patrone splasher, fuck cris, spit atcha, I call it rich ignorant laughter, Black American
some mo' simplistic pimp shit on Slim's shit and star rise like Limp Bizkit (Limp Bizkit) Throw on 'Guilty Conscience' at concerts and watch mosh pits till motherfuckers knock each other
in the constitution Reflects the thinking of the founding fathers That this was to be a nation by white people, and for white people Native Americans, Blacks, and all other
All American, an evil game of extortion A sick old man, and who would guess He was once S.S. A deadly fascination, of a madman's solution Six million
kill each other Leaving one less problem to worry about That's the way they do it this is how it turns out And justice for all with the American goverment
t real, in my eyes And that's all that count to me, you know? (Woman) So, is your music considered the voice of urban America, or America period? (Wayne
thinkin what am i being spiritual for? huh shit, cause aint no love die while America drink your blood it ain't no hurricane it ain't no flood this some other
place our hand on the big black book To watch the knives zig zag between our aching fingers A vacation is a countdown T-minus your life and counting
I discovered life Outside of rap got the cream and all that But kinda left a void in me You can't keep runnin' in and out of my life Said my mic Aight
I discovered life outside of rap got the cream and all that but kinda left a void in me you can't keep runnin' in and out of my life said my mic aight
Goods strapper, cat stacker, good wood packer Tear up the Dom P wrappers faster Platinum Patron splasher, fuck Cris, spit atcha I call it rich ignorant laughter Black American
Down for the night, down for the night Who will survive in America? Who will survive in America? Who will survive in America? Who will survive in America? I'm lost in the world I'm down my whole life
been on my grind I can only grind For so long So it's not about fame and fortune It's about believing and believing in yourself And understanding that this life is life
Ladies and gentlemen Fellow Americans Lady Americans This is James Brown I wanna talk to you about one of our Most deadly, killers in the country today