Bodega Brovas - Real Amerikan lyrics

Fight for what's right Fight for your life [2x] Verse 1 [HeadKrack] They say don't say that! Keep it dope, keep it rims, make them spin Speak out you anti-government, they'll black list you well f** it then My last grandmother suffering her husband was a veteran Got behind on their house note trying to pay for their medicine Which they make over priced and over prescribed If you rich you will live, if you poor you will die Poorer, American horror....story Watch what you eat coronary at 20 Honey,,,Ain't no money in the cure There's money in the war so we bring it to your shore There's a live fire fight outside my door But nobody care cause we got no oil Politicians? these hoes ain't loyal Fed Reserve? They ain't royal Or federal, they hostile Big business Rockefella Rothchild Fightin the real Amerikan Fightin the rights of every man Verse 2 [Keynote] These colors dont run, someone get my gun Land of the free is where I'm from Home of the brave built from the slave Where dreams are made if your bills get paid And hoes get praised pimps get made Leaders don't lead but indeed get laid Its about power, bout the fame sh** on our name with lies of change Speak out of turn your a** gon learn Tie ya to the steak then watch yo a** burn So free to choose free to loose Tax me to d**h then die on the news In bed with the prez , sign away our rights Make em look nuts anyone that fights The powers that be keep us dumb and blind Want our souls, they want our minds Took away God and gave us twerk team What is free? tell me what it means, means means means, tell me what it means means mean Fightin the real Amerikan Fightin the rights of every man Verse 3 [Travii] Monkey see, monkey do Record that fight put it on the tube When the police abuse watch them views Climbing to the speed of a spaceship view Loosing our rights loosing the war Pedistool preachers begging for more Stealing our tithes, upgrade they lives Whips and chains, fancy things, blood s**ing fangs Watch for the strain, corrupting the brain, mainline the vain Victory chose poor mans soul Price to pay is small these days Middle cla** vanquished and washed away Praying to a God who don't relay In the form of cash every problems being made Bodies being dropped going early to the grave Choke hold of life take the breath away f** the police last thing you say f** the police last thing i say i say i say...huuuuh