In The Dust Lyrics

In The Dust

If you would suck my soul, 

I will lick your funky emotion



Is this America?! Yeah!

Is this freedom?! No!

Is this Democracy?! No!

Is equallity?! No!

What do we want? Freedom!



Taking this shit into the effect mode

Expressing my feelings before I exploded

About the suffering passed on to a black man

By the money hungry seeking white man

Fucking up our streets with pollution

Then lock a nigga up for the solution

There they go now taking on the little man

Fuck wit the cartel or the white

Arrest musicains for the things they say

But can't find a crime after it got sprayed

This is America in God we trust

We won just this but

A dick is in the dust



I'm streotype so I fit the description

A nigga has the stigma for pushing or pimpin'

Police harrass me and public embarass me 

They use brutallity without asking me

I'm mad cuz I was caught and reached for his license

Cops pulls the gun and cold ice

And I'm a victim of society I got societal ills 

It's harder to pay bills than pop pills

They send a brother off to fight for your country

When ask for ours we get nothing 

I look for work and get my feelings hurt

They got my back against the wall

And my dick is in the dirt



Lets talk about this man they call Nino Brown

The black man they call Nino brown 

You know there's alot of Nino Browns in every city

In the United States of America

America had formed a Nino Brown in every city

Basicallly because we have no way out

Ah, Is that what America really wants us to think

That we have don't way out

Here's an example, You have never seen 

A black man come into Miami with 

pounds and pounds of marijuana pounds and pounds of cocaine

You have never seen a black man drop off

A kilo load of cocaine out of a plane

Yet it is still in our community everyday

And we're the ones going to jail for it



The system is designed to lead us to stray

So we turn to guns and drugs for our pay

It's the sign of the times

I gotta get mine all I live is a life of crime



I come up hard from the ran down ghetto

You talk your ass off but tell me what a nigga know

All I see is alot of neighborhood drama

Babies crying, I wonder where's the mama 

C.O.D. got rushed to tramu

A dealer had to deal to make a fast buck

She was just a patient, What the fuck

His back's against the wall and his dick's in the dust