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If I put my fist through the face of a racist Smack 'em tasteless Would I face three cases in court, locked in places Or shackled to a seat of a bus, a hundred of us Life is America shouldn't be so tough We got western civilization got me fighting for my civil rights After fighting scores of war, we still fight for our civil rights To be equal citizens with equal opportunity Equal chance to advance and uplift our communities But instead we getting shot in the head Like a black man life ain't worth a loaf of bread "Stop or I shoot," you stop, they still shoot Fuck, fuck, fuck Stomp you out with steel boots Oh why, why, why, why, why, why, why Oh why, why, why, why, why, why, why Oh why, why, why, why, why, why, why Oh why, why, why, why, why, why, why They trying to distract us from our practice [?] backwards [?] on the way to [?] It's like we huddle up, [?], let 'em sack us Now they overtax us as if they want to collapse us Don't be diluted by this foolishness Letras de canciones30 years old man still want nothing do with this Try to find career and a beer on the weekend And a freak he could take to the crib on the weekend SUV, XM, heat, only plays the Weeknd Only wanna fuck you 5AM with no tweeting 20-25 should be working but she's twerking Nobody [?] she could make money from stripping And I'm sitting in the back sipping my 'yac Can't help but thinking that "What does her father think of that?" Probably because I got a daughter I heard Money Mayweather, he makes it rain without water He dropped 50 G's at a strip club near the border A dozen women crawling on all fours up Woah hey, you should've saw her You should've that money to a college campus But then again I guess momma needed some Pampers But from my view, these wizards need some pampering Not [?] and tampering with the essence Even with a lack of substance And she wonders why, why, why she can't keep her husband [?] Every color, every race Every shape, every [?] All around the nation No discrimination Peace on [?] From generation to generation [?] not take it no more [?] RZA, Wu-Tang Clan, [?] It's getting realer Streets getting hotter, I could feel it Who am I to put a gun to another I'm just trying to show love to my brother Hands up I just pray to God I make it out Stop killing [?] Is my life not enough Am I hard to love If it's America [?] knock me down And I'm just trying to live it up Only one life to live and I ain't trying to give it up Oh why, why, why, why, why, why, why Oh why, why, why, why, why, why, why Oh why, why, why, why, why, why, why Oh why, why, why, why, why, why, why From Letras Mania