Lyrics

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You want me to pick up a gun and shoot a man I've never seen before
You make the bluff while you pimp me like a little hoe
You pulled the trick back in 1863
You said I should enlist you sold me false loyalty
But all you let us do was dig graves
You didn't wanna give us guns, cuz we were ex-slaves
Now you fool us and we think you're not the enemy
No other way would you allow us to be armed, Gee
I'm readin’ Nat and he's helped me point these suckas out
I got you in my sights and it’s fire from my wise mouth
But I ain’t goin’, I wont go if you ask me to
I told you why I'm stayin’ Uncle Sam now it's your move
You wanna lock me up the way you did my teach-ah
But I'll be home in jail full of Black people
Yeah boy, you got us locked up
If we don't go and fight for you, our life is fucked up
You said be all that I can be
A hired killer for you, put down the Buddah, Gee
Go to Iraq how you figure?
Saddam Hussein Never Called Me A Nigga!

 

I fight with those who fight with me,
Never be the aggressor that's what I'm taught, excuse me
Black man in the hells of America
It's not my home it's my cage that's why I'm pacin' her
Land of the free home of the brave
Land stolen from the Indians, built by the Black slaves
In school you teach that Dr. King is my hero
A role model for the so-called Negro
He said I have dream and told us not to fight back
But yet these tactics are only practiced by the Blacks
If non violence is the way that it was sold from White to Black
Then what the hell happened in Iraq?
You promoted the brother to entice the others
I got to tell you Uncle Sam, I'm pullin' off your cover
to overlook ten White men more qualified to make Colin, Head of Joint
Chiefs, I ask why?
Because I 'm a fighter, I've got the spirit that you lack
the prerequisite for living in this country if you're Black
Go to Iraq how you figure?
Saddam Hussein never called me a Nigga!

if you want to hire a fighter call Tyson
And he might kick your ass if you're not nice to him
The Bible talks about your plan
It's not the first time it's been done to the Black man
One of our own once tried your funky scheme
He ended up in the Red Sea but not me
You called this man Hitler and Satan and such
But when you bum rushed Panama, everything was hush hush
By the way how is Noriega?
You called him Satan too but we heard you kept him paid up
Sadaam was also on the payroll
He did your dirty work over in Iran so I'm told
You claim he's rotten to the bone
For trying to take back the land that his people once owned
I see why you have to fear
What would you do if the Red Man had the same idea?
To take the land that he used to own
would you call him Satan too, or take your ass home?
Back to the island of Pelon or Patmos
You never heard the truth? Yeah, I thought so
Today its Iraq, tomorrow it's our own hoods
so get ready to bum-rush the peckerwoods
Uncle Sam how you figure?
Saddam Hussein never called me a Nigga!