Lupe Fiasco - American Terrorist Lyrics

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.
Terrorist

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 West Virginia farm
Shorty aint learned to walk already heavily armed
Civilians and little children is especially harmed
Camouflaged Torahs, Bibles and glorious Qu'rans
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 cause they aint 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 marchin' for freedom
Burn down their Teepees, turn their TV's on to teach em, and move!

[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

Now the poor Ku Klux man see that we're all brothers;
Not cause things are the same, but Cause we lack the same color
And that's green, now that's mean
Can't 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 an American-based Christian organization 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, give em funds
But if they aint givin' it up, then they aint getting' none
And don't give em all, naw man, just give em some.
It's 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 builda
Also give him pan, make him pull gold from river
Give black man crack, glocks and tings
Give red man craps, slot machines...

Now bring it back! (8X)

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 and tings
Give red man craps, slot machines...

Now bring it back! (8X)