American Terrorists Songtext

(feat. Matt Santos) 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 w. virginia farm shorty aint 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 u there's more there the rich must be blind b/c 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] now the poor klu klux man c that we're all brothers not b/c things are the same b/c we lack the same color that's green, now that's mean cant burn his cross cause he cant afford the gasoline now if a muslim woman strapped with a bomb on a bus with 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 their whole culture to a mockery give em coca-cola for their property give em gum, give em guns, get em young, giv em fun if they aint givin it up, then they aint gettin none and dont giv em all naw ,man, just give em some its the paper, then these cops must be al-qaeda [CHORUS x2] 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 to teens, give red man craps, slot machines...