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Invisible Man Lyrics - Rebirth Of A Nation - Public Enemy

[Chuck D (Flavor Flav)] 

I came from a place I forgot 

I woke up in the parking lot, far from a meal and a cot 

On the corner where all the streets got the same name 

Maybe my brain's on the brink of (INSANE!) 

Pain between the papers while sleepin on the train 

This the land of milk and honey (know what I'm sayin?!) 

The invisible man times three 

Black, down and out - out standin on a corner (no doubt) 

Now a nation of homeless sleepin in bus stations 

Another win for the pilgrims who said (NO MORE HAITIANS) 

As I proceed, someone to feed me is what I need 

(Three blocks of dealers tryin to hit me off with some weed) 

Yeah, avenues and boulevards hungry as a (FUCKER) 

Hope to get a ride from a (TRUCKER - aiyyo man) 

Everybody know I ain't no (SUCKER) 

Every time I used to drop thirty at the (RUCKER - that's it) 

Away from the crazy kids in Generation Wrecked 

Dissin pyramids while praisin projects 

(Walk past old folks gettin no respect!) 

Callin young folks a bunch a no-good rejects 

And I walk on 

 

[Chorus: Chuck D] 

An eye for an eye, I can't recognize the man in the mirror 

Is it I? It is I 

Now who this cat I'm lookin at? 

Cause I've been waitin so long, to get where I'm goin 

An eye for a eye, in this country 'tis of thee 

Now how the hell, can I be free 

And who this cat I'm lookin at? 

Cause I've been lost so long without anybody knowin 

 

[Chuck D (Flavor Flav)] 

So I move on (uh-huh) and I walk on (yeah-yeah!) 

Past the preachers and the pimps gettin their talk on (SAY WORD?!) 

Why do home gotta be where the negative roam 

To be or not to be (so I roll alone) 

I'm trapped within, this skin and these bones 

Amongst temporary kings, on cellular phones 

Can I last, as I walk past 

Mad cigarette billboards, and malt liquor ads 

(Walkin on da bottles and potato chip bags) 

Everyone I see got the nerve to brag 

Where they from, what they got, and don't own squat 

Disrespect where they from and you might get shot [click click BOOM] 

Zombies askin me, what the latest bomb be 

(You shoulda shot the fuckin sheriff and the fuckin deputy G!) 

For okayin the drug trade and lettin it be 

But I know prison for me, is an industry 

So I walk, heard the best things in life be free 

(Didn't God make this land and the air that we breathe) 

Not for the homeless, don't give a damn about me 

In the mirror somebody else is starin at me 

Maybe prison is the skin I'm within 

All this time I been sufferin can't fix it with a Bufferin 

Plus they said I'll never work in this town again (God damn!) 

So I keep on walkin - yeah 

 

[Chorus] 

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Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group