Traduction: American Dreams BO. Sounds Of Silence.
in the pen Somebody hit the twin towers, ? and the buildings came tumbling down All we could do was watch in tears While the people of America wondered
to low I shop till I drop, when I'm coppin new clothes Bop in the hop, but don't stop to use hoes I'm that new dude, that include Making sure silencers
Laden together Soon as you get a crumb, they wanna bury ya That's why I travel with a semi, like Eddie in "Coming to America" (Silencers, it sound like
make if I have to Beg and Borrow Reading love letters late night, locked down, and quiet If brothers don't recieve their mail Best believe we riot Eating Jack mat Staring at walls of Silence
America's Nightmare Paris America's Nightmare Public Enemy America's Nightmare Krs-One America's Nightmare Mutulu Shakur America's Nightmare Geronimo Pratt America's Nightmare Assada Shakur America
over the ground. The cat's in the well, the gentle lady is asleep. Cat's in the well, the gentle lady is asleep. She ain't hearing a thing, the silence
closin'. They complained in the East, They are paying too high. They say that your ore ain't worth digging. That it's much cheaper down In the South American
minutes de silence Tant qu'y a pas marque dollar Y'a pas de minutes de silence Mais pour sauver la bourse Et le peuple bourgeois ... God Bless America
3.30 No one was there to witness it Even the breviaries had left their tapestries on the window And we were all silenced by the sad mildew cloud that
they say we act like rats in a cage I tried to argue, but check it, every night in the news We prove them suckers right and I got the blues America...
Bury me in silence for I'll never hear the truth My coffin will be empty cause you'll never steal my youth I was born to live beside you but you tried
With a verse that's worse than the last one some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans and Hatians cause you thought I was American Ay Pras
{"Gangsta boogie, gangsta boogie! Gangsta boogie.."} Nigga nigga nigga I'm from [Chorus] (Compton, Compton, Compton) It's the home of America's gangsta
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey You fall asleep to the traffic on the boulevard Now the words spoke, the silence broken Now the words spoke, the silence broken Now The American
