Letras:
Born In A Cent

what a privilege to live in the united states I?m white, middle class, I?m conditioned this way I open my eyes and I can?t help but see my taxes are a

always say you are what you make but the money i made as a paid wage slave with my own path to pave is a pass to the grave a tombstone that says a beautiful

driving, we?ll find a place to stay we?re overworked and we?re underpaid we?re overworked and we?re underpaid we?re running out of fuel, can you spare a

for poesia negra for the Black artist's name to "express our individual selves without shame." and it?s all that we can do and i cry for guillen "tengo, vamos a

one she?d never find we want what we can?t have we love what never lasts I?m dreaming, yes I?m dreaming a too-pretty-for-life kind of trip and I?ll

we?re one of a kind in the US one of a kind in the US of A no one has more pride on independence day no one here goes hungry no one is afraid everyone

a nigga like its Heaven sent Tripping over dead presidents they got these derelicts I throw was down with this business Tryin' clown and get a cent

out, does that make me a quitter? In this white man's world, I'm similar to a squirrel Lookin for a slut wit a nice butt to get a nut If I get shot today

walkin' with a snub, cause niggas do a lotta slip talkin' in the club Till they coughin' on the rug, ain't never had much but a walkman and a bud My role