Lupe Fiasco - American Terrorists (Snippet) lyrics

Uh, 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 ain't learned to walk, already heavily armed Civilians and lil' children is especially harmed Camouflage 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 Rich must be blind 'cause they ain't see the poor there! ...Yeah Need to open up a park, just close 10 schools, we don't need them Can you please call the fire department, they down here marchin' for freedom Burn down all they tepees, turn the TVs on to teach them, and move! 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 they get American Terrorist Now a poor Klu Klux man see that we all brothers Not 'cause things the same, but 'cause we lack the same color And that's green, now that's mean Can't burn his cross, 'cause he can't afford the gasoline Now if a m**m woman's strapped with a bomb on the bus With the seconds runnin' give you the jitters Just imagine an American-based Christian organization Plannin' to poison water supplies to bring the Second Coming quicker n***a, they ain't livin' properly Break 'em off with a lil' democracy Turn they whole culture to a mockery Give 'em Coca-Cola for they property Give 'em gum, give 'em guns, get 'em young, give 'em fun But if they ain't givin' it up, then they ain't gettin' 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, n***a, uh! 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 they get American Ter-ro-rist 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 they get American Ter-ro-rist Don't give the black man food, give red man liquor Red man fool, black man n***a Give yellow man tool, make him railroad builder Also give him pan, make him pull gold from river Give black man crack, Glocks, and things Give red man craps, slot machines Now bring it back, bring it back Bring it back, bring it back Bring it back, bring it back Bring it back, bring it back Don't give the black man food, give the red man liquor Red man fool, black man n***a Give yellow man tool, make him railroad builder Also give him pan, make him pull gold from river Give the black man crack, Glocks and things Give the red man craps, slot machines Now bring it back, bring it back Bring it back, bring it back Bring it back, bring it back Bring it back, bring it back