Talib Kweli, Immortal Technique, Next - This American Life lyrics

It's getting hot
We're baking under the upper crust
The apple pie that they making
Ain't enough for us
Think skin from hedge funds to hustlers
My president is black
But still it's getting rougher cuz'
Big man-sized checks with no amounts
While the little man is stashing
His shit with no accounts
Leftovers for dinner, he lives hand to mouth
Saving for the bills
Not thinking bout eatin' out
Looking at his wife
Filling with creeping doubt
She sees it in his eyes
Now he's sleeping on the couch
An every day occurrence across the 50
States filling up with hate
People walk with me
Why we all pissy, it' s a privilege
Isn't it?
Prosperity and America should be synonyms
A wealthy nation keeping poor people
Living in the illest situations
Salute to the citizens

I hustle all day, working at night
Just to try to pay the bills
And keep on the lights
You struggle to feed the kids and the wife
Living this American life
They fooled us once, they robbed us twice
Now they sit back making the
People pay the price
Taxing the checks, with venomous bites
We living this American life, right

Separate the fact from the mystery
Stacking up the bodies built
The Statue of Liberty opposition is in your
Proposition's propaganda
Jobs is going to China
That's as popular as pandas
American Idiot is more than
A play on broadway
Or a Green Day record, graduation is foreplay
Because it happens right before
You get fucked, you stuck all day with no
Job, watching Judge Mathis, ellen and Maury
Waiting for the holidays
Looking for a vacation
In Brooklyn the destination is stay paid
Following booker's investigation cause a
Lack of education i call myself a native but
I have my reservations
Shopping escapism, we addicted to the retail
That's ignorant as racism
In Paladino's emails
You probably like to fuck
Horses instead of females
God is in my heart but the
Devil is in the details

Millionaire rappers rhyming about welfare
Fake rich rappers that don't
Even have healthcare
I'll put you on the sun's surface
And watch you melt there
Free Mumia, The Cuban 5 and Leonard Peltier
And a whole lot of others
That you don't care about
That exemplify America's
Spiritual whereabouts
They prepared the rout on a
Slave ship to oblivion
But dressed it up like a
Cruise through the Caribbean
What makes time contingent on
The Prime Meridian?
A cold blooded world designed by reptilians
Not snakes, but empires of civilians
With modern day human sacrifice
By the millions
Shot to the plot of American Individuals
You're a fool for thinking
That a Republic's original
But you don't hear me about how
It's gonna end one day
Too busy watching gladiator sports on Sundays