Исполнитель: Lupe Fiasco

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Песня: American Terrorist
[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
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.

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
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.
Camouflaged Torahs, Bibles and glorious Qurans,
The books that take you to heaven and let you meet the Lord there
Have become misinterpreted, reasons for warfare,
We read 'em with blind eyes, I guarantee you there's more there.
The rich must be blind because they didn't see the poor there,
Need to open up a park, just closed ten schools,
We don't need 'em.
Can you, please, call the fire department, they're down here marchin' for freedom,
Burn down their tepees, turn their TV's on to teach 'em, and move!

[Chorus: Matthew Santos]
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!

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Now the poor Ku Klux man see that we're all brothers,
Not because things are the same, because 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 runnin' give you the jitters?
Just imagine a American-based Christian organization
Plannin' to poison water supplies to bring the second coming quicker.
Nigga, they ain't livin' 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,
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!

[Chorus: Matthew Santos]
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!

[Outro: Lupe Fiasco]
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, Glocks and things,
Give red man craps, slot machines,
Now bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back.
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, Glocks and things,
Give red man craps, slot machines.

Перевод песни:
Американский террорист

[Вступление: Lupe Fiasco]
Затвори свой разум,
Закрой глаза,
Зри сердцем.
Как ты можешь простить убийцу своего отца?
Чернила учёного в тысячу раз дороже
Крови мученика.
..... [открыть перевод]

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