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In the Dust

If you would suck my soul

I will lick your funky emotionIs this America? Yeah

Is this freedom? No

Is this Democracy? No

Is equality? No

What do we want?

FreedomTaking this shit into the effect mode

Expressing my feelings before I exploded

About the suffering passed on to a black man

By the money hungry seeking white manFucking up our streets with pollution

Then lock a nigga up for the solution

There they go again pickin' on the little man

Fuck wit' the cartel or the white man{[Incomprehensible]}Arrest musicians for the things they say

But can't find a crime after it got sprayed

This is America in God we trust

We won just this but a dick is in the dustI'm stereotype so I fit the description

A nigga has the stigma for pushing or pimpin'

Police harass me and public embarrass me

They use brutality without asking meI'm mad 'cuz I was caught and reached for his license

Cops pulls the gun and cold ice

Then I'm a victim of society I got societal ills

It's harder to pay bills than pop pillsThey send a brother off to fight for your country

When ask for ours, we get nothing

I look for work and get my feelings hurt

They got my back against the wall and my dick is in the dirtLet's talk about this man, they call Nino Brown

The black man, they call Nino brown

You know there's a lot of Nino Browns in every city

In the United States of AmericaAmerica had formed a Nino Brown in every city

Basically because we have no way out

Ah, is that what America really wants us to think

That we don't have way out?Here's an example, you have never seen

A black man come into Miami

With pounds and pounds of marijuana

Pounds and pounds of cocaineYou have never seen a black man drop off

A kilo load of cocaine out of a plane, you have never seen this

But yet it is still is in our community everyday

And we're the ones going to jail for itThe system is designed to lead us to stray

So we turn to drugs and guns for our pay

It's the sign of the times

I gotta get mine all I live is a life of crimeI come up hard from the ran down ghetto

You talk your ass off but tell me what a nigga know

All I see is a lot of neighborhood drama

Babies crying, I wonder where's the mamaC.O.D. and got rushed to trauma

A dealer had to deal to make a fast buck

She was just a patient, what the fuck?

His back's against the wall and his dick's in the dust

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