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America´s lost somewhere inside of Littleton
Eleven million children are on Ritalin
That´s way I don´t rhyme for the sake of riddilin
False media - we don´t need it do we
Pilgrims Slaves Indian Mexican
It looks real f**ked up for your next to kin
That´s why I don´t rhyme for the sake of riddilin
False media


If I can´t work to make I´ll rob and take it
Either that or me and my children are starving and naked
Rather be a criminal pro Than to follow the matrix
Hey it´s me a monster y´all done created
I´ve been inaugurated
Keep the bright lights out of our faces
You can´t shake it It ain´t no way to swallow the hatred
Aim fire holla bout a dollar nothin is sacred
We gone pimp The sh*t out of nature
Send our troops to get my paper
Tell ´em stay away from them skyscrapers
Ain´t long for you get y´all acres
I´ma show ´em who´s the global gangster
Sentence me to four more years thank you
I´ma make you feel a little bit safer
Becase it ain´t over see that´s how we get
Your fear to control you
But ain´t nobody under more control Than a soldier
And how could you expect a kid to keep his composure
When all sorts of thoughts fought for exposure again


America´s lost somewhere inside of Littleton
Eleven million children are on Ritalin
That´s way I don´t rhyme for the sake of riddilin
False media - we don´t need it do we
Pilgrims Slaves Indian Mexican
It looks real f**ked up for your next to kin
That´s why I don´t rhyme for the sake of riddilin
False media - we don´t need it do we



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False Media
The Roots

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