//this song is dedicated to the american lower class
You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
Malcolm x, huey newton, revolution, they stare,
A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there
And if i'm down with this banging shit
This is american pie unrated,
To start the revolution and take out all my crimes in words,
I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds
We've condemned them, locked. in a cell of consumerism,the american dream.
But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen
Fuck what i say lets shoot this bitch up like it's the french revolution!/
Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him
Or for a revolution
It ain't where i been
This is what the american government has urged,
Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first
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