Lupe Fiasco, Matthew Santos - American Terrorist lyrics

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)

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, yeah
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

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

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

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 (Terror)
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 (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, 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
American terrorist