American Terrorist Lyrics - Food & Liquor - 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 

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 

Camouflaged Torahs, Bibles and glorious Korans 

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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 because they didn't see the poor there 

Yeah, need to open up a park 

Just closed 10 schools, we don't need 'em 

Can you please call the Fire Department? 

They're down here marching for freedom 

Burn down ATV's, turn their TV's on to teach 'em 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 

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The more that you wanna learn 

The more that you try to learn 

The better and better it gets 

American terrorist 

Now the poor Klu Klux, man, see that we're all brothers 

Not 'cause things are the same 

Because 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 a 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 

If they ain't giving it up, then they ain't getting 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 

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 

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 

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, 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 they 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 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 

American, American terrorist 

American, American, American, American 

American, American terrorist 

American, American terrorist