Lupe Fiasco American Terrorist

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 ain’t learned to walk already heavily armed

civilians and little children is especially harmed

camouflaged 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 didn’t see the poor there

need to open up a park, just close 10 schools

we don’t need ’em

can you please call the fire department they’re down here marching 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 take

whatever they wanna take

whatever whatever it is

the more that you wanna learn

the more that you try to learn

the better and better it gets

American Terrorist

(Terror)

now the poor klu klux man see that we’re all brothers not because things are the same because we lack the same

color that’s green, now that’s mean

cant burn his cross cause he can’t 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 an American-based Christian organization planning to poison water supplies to bring the second-coming quicker

nigga they ain’t living 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, give ’em fun

if they ain’t giving it up, then they ain’t getting none and don’t give ’em all naw, man, just give ’em some its

the paper, some of 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 builder

also give him pan, make him pull gold from river give black man crack, glocks and things, give red man

craps, slot machines…