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For
All People of All Cultures Don't Take This Personal
By Miguel Gonzalez
Peep
the roots of American Gang-Banging as a world of Division and Destruction
European Feudalism of the Dark ages when strangers are enemies upon
instruction
You live over there and I live over here so we have to fight when
we cross
We ain't never talked, touched, or seen each other before, but now
it's onYou
see, some names are
red
and others blue so they have to fight
Friends yesterday but foes now and to the end cuzz my side is right
I'm
a gunslinger and this world ain't big enough for the both of us
Glory to the strong and destiny for the weak, there can be only
one
Tell the slaves on this plantation that they're better than the
slaves on yours
Our master is the baddest in the land and we hate him, but hate
yours more
Tell the boyz in prizon from all sides that their other brothers
mean war
If they don't listen, you know what to do, rape'em till its tore
Young
Crips and Bloods, Nortenos and Surenos, poor whites, Asians and
Samoans
Family warriors and protectors of their people, but keep them from
knowin
Its
been torture finding out this world ain't for us, so ask us a question
and we get
defensive
Lost
in our quest for power as providers turned parasites on ourselves,
internalized oppression
But
how do you tell a foolish angel preoccupied as a demon in the hell
of the devils possession
We are so-called Black and Hispanic, but Africa and Native America
remember
The English, French, and Spanish raped these mothers raw, so schools
make us forget forever
Racism
to let'em feel who owns'em, big white boss and keep'em fighting
Unemployment so daddies canŐt feel real like men, frustrated with
free time
To
smoke stacks and stacks of what we got are the white gods of smack
and crack
Enough bigot cops to spit on any fatherly love daddy coulda had,
cuzz now they have to jack
Make
mommy fiend so she'll clean the scum on the streets with a hoe
Paste paradise on channel 3 so she knows where real white men go
Boot
camp with sargeant save and dress the monkeys for when we need'em
Brand the bars and 50 stars on their backs so all we have to do
is feed'em
Make'em pledge allegiance to the flag everyday for 12 years, loud
and proud
Tell'em how we were escaping religious persecution from the british
crown
The
indians were here first and taught us how to live when we were dying
In the way of our world, nothing but an axe and small pox to get'em
frying
Reservations will hide this crime so free americans don't hear the
crying
Summers
free, weekends too, slave TV and these drugs and guns
They deserve 10 but give'em one so after school they gotta run
Cuzz
ain't no one home but the boyz from the block, and you know they
have fun
Tell'em
that they're different and their own kind stick together
And forget how they all sweat and get wet in the same weather
When they ask for candy give'em cigarettes with an imaginary badge
of honor Watch'em eat it until they die with black cancer, it's
just a coffin for some dollars
When they ask for water give'em liqour and the right to drink it
all
Why bother when they die quicker and profits never fall as they
brawl
When
they ask for love give'em sex and pretty faces that ain't there
Tell'em aids ain't real when you're the best and conquest is in
the air
When they ask for musik give'em noise the industry claims as game
Everybody
likes it cuzz its new but like your life its been the same
When they ask for soul and culture sell it to'em, what they are
is what they buy
And tell'em what to do with them, cuzz your TV, church, and radio
never lie
When they ask for happiness give'em the party, watch d#@k and p*&y
dance and play
With the candy, water, love, and music you gave'em, they'll fuck
and fight all night,
or die trying, as we laugh and get paid, it's sad but like we say
We'll be damned if you niggers and Indians find out the truth,
and all you other monkeys and dogs
We
raped your mother and your history, hell we raped you,
it ain't no mystery, we're the real hogs
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