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American Terrorist Lyrics

Artist: Lupe Fiasco
Album: Food & Liquor

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 West Virginia farm
Shorty ain't learned to walk already heavily armed
Civilians and little children is especially harmed
Camoflouged 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 didnt see the poor there
Need to open up a park, just close 10 schools
We dont need em
Can u please call the fire department
They're down here marchin 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 tell, whatever they wanna tell
Whatever whatever it is
The more that you want to learn, the more that you try to learn
The better and better it gets
American Terrorist

Now the poor Klu Klux Klan see that we're all brothers
Not cause things are the same
Because we lack the same color
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
Would the seconds running give you the jitters?
Just imagine a American-based christian orginization
Planning to poison water supplies
To bring the second-coming quicker
Nigga they aint livin properly
Break em off a little democracy
Turn they whole culture to a mockery
Give em coca-cola for their property
Give em gum, give em guns, get em young, giv em fun
But if they aint givin it up
Then they aint gettin none
And dont giv em all naw, man, just give em some
It's the paper, then 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 things
Give red man craps, slot machines

bring it back (8x)

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