Lupe Fiasco — American Terrorist

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco] 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 (uhh) Terrorist (yeah, uhh) [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] 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 little children is especially harmed Camoflauged Torahs, Bibles and glorious Qurans The books that take you to heaven and let you meet the Lord there Have become misinterpretated reasons for warfare Reread them with blind eyes, I guarantee you there's more there Rich must be blind cause they ain't see the poor there Need to open up a park Just close ten schools, we don't need 'em Can you please call the fire department? They're down here marching for freedom Burn down their teepees, turn their TVs on to teach 'em And move [Chorus: Matthew Santos] 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 it gets American terrorist [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] Now the poor Ku 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 Muslim woman strapped with a bomb on a bus With the seconds running, give you the jitters Just imagine an American-based Christian organization Planning to poison water supplies to bring the second coming quicker Nigga! They ain't living properly Break 'em off a little democracy Turn their whole culture to a mockery Give 'em Coca-Cola for their 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, nigga, uh [Chorus: Matthew Santos] 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 it gets American terrorist 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 it gets American terrorist [Bridge: Lupe Fiasco] It's like Don't give the black man food, give red man liquor Red man fool, black man nigga Give yellow man tool, make him railroad builder Also give him pan, make him pull gold from river Give black man crack, Glock 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 nigga Give yellow man tool, make him railroad builder Also give him pan, make him pull gold from river Give black man crack, Glocks and ting 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, uh [Outro: Matthew Santos] American terrorist