White Man's Burden



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* - one of 5 new releases on this "Greatest Hits" album
[First Verse]
Now after eight hundred years you decide to apologize
Time to ride, homicide to William Clinton
Shoot him up with heroin and get him hooked on crack
These United Snakes got us in divided States
In the ghetto circumstances can't get no worse
So we rappin' hopin' we can make it happen with our voices
So I rode with the Crips and cliques thick with troops
Uneducated bitches don't realize they stuck
We're holdin' our own and we don't need you to pity us
Those who sold their souls, but it'll be cold
Turnin' racist generals into pulp non-fiction
Murder the D.A.

It's too late for apologies fuck your sorrow
In the streets it's crack, guns, and infected bitches

My father figures was Arnold "Schwarzanigga" and Sly Styllone
I grew up, watchin' Al Pacino and Nino Brown
Television created a gang of niggas like me
It poisoned my mind as a youth
Let me loose to prowl, now they sayin' I'm a killer
Ain't y'all feelin' the devastation you're causin' the Earth?
When it's ready to blow up, they gone leave this World and go on to Mars
Why my people so caught up in money, cars, and bitches?

Lord forgive for all the blood that his body bled
The book says "Thou Shalt Not Kill", but I've seen more blood spill
It's real post war syndrome
And every time I turn around, it's a body on the ground
When he came out the womb, nobody told him he would be dead so soon
It's America, I know you got a cure for AIDS
Can you feel it? The tension's in the air thick
You got my people broke, lookin' for a buck to borrow
Fuck your song!
Time to answer for your sins nigga
But I gotta ride...
[Chorus] - repeat til' fade


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