I didn't know the anger so I let it grow When I began to live it started to show I went to the backwoods crossroads Sat by the mountains of America
s a good girl, loves her mama Loves Jesus and America too She's a good girl, crazy 'bout Elvis Loves horses and her boyfriend too It's a long day living
a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world Four months later, the ghettos are in flame Rubin's in South America, fightin'
s a good girl Loves her mama Loves Jesus and America, too She's a good girl Crazy 'bout Elvis Loves horses and her boyfriend, too It's a long day living
I'm not the priziest horse or the classiest fighter with shattered glass in my voice writing my name on the wall with the fingers my highschool gave me
[Immortal Technique] Somebody talk shit to me in L.A., would never live Cause brown rolls deeper than red or blue, ever did I got bullets that'll rip
gon? survive Is if we harmonize We?re not alone We?re not alone We?re not alone We?re not alone Aiyo, I?m American born Love America, love my people
illiterate to the little bits. Until the fat pigs billys bent philly. Scent when way I went rent make Me think dip dy dip to the socialize Of americal not america
's Magnus Colorado With his sleeves so red and full Crazy Horse, the legend Those who bit off Custer's soul They are dead yet they are living With the
horse, don't ride no white horse Don't you ride no white horse White horse, don't ride no white horse White horse, don't ride no white horse White horse
only ride your ponies on TV We've got everything you'll ever need We've got everything you'll ever need Everything you'll ever need America, America America, America
town choppin Choppin for dough, prophisise Monopolize ingrown, pull back with no remorse The horse power cross bow Soundin dope we off done the boat felt the flow Under my belt plenty live
de leurs complaintes,tellement que des fois elle en tremble Par le sang de la haine, constamment ensemencee,au pas cadence, Quand ce dernier chasse le vent hors
REFRAIN Chaque jour qui passe, j'entends les sornettes, hors d'ta bouche qui m'lassent Qui me laissent un gout amer, j'pleure pas sur mon sort, lache
a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world. Four months later, the ghettos are in flame, Rubin's in South America, fightin
Mighty Joe Young of rap Live off of mighty gold, tongue and yack Ya'll be amazed how I brought it back Two porsche's, big ass ranch with twelve horses
for them. You know, guys that I fooled with were killers themselves These are the men who lead the crime families of America. I control 26,000 men