Artist: Deacon the Villain & Sheisty Khrist f/ Natti
Album:  Niggaz With Latitude (NWL)
Song:   American Greed
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com, NWL

[Chorus: Deacon the Villian]
They don't - know , they don't - see
Everybody in this bitch is strugglin like a mothafucka
They don't - know, they don't - see
Everybody in this bitch is strugglin, can you hear me?
All we do is hit the streets and hustle
All we do is try to cover our needs
Everyday is wearing down on our muscles
Tryna satisfy American greed

[Natti]
Man, all of yo' hours, minutes, seconds spent on rubber-neckin 
'round a person workin, stressin, when is your turn?
That's how a grim expression bent above yo' chin
I'm guessin comes from sweatin mine instead of worrying about yern
Spread out that couch invention from sittin in one position
Straighten up yo' kitchen quick as Malcolm Little's perm
Now let it burn, cause that's the pain that you earn
Fuckin off doing nothing constructive, thinkin short term
Train for the long run, regardless of outcome
Yo' train of thought is off track cause you on the wrong one
Quit hitchin rides and try buying yo own sled
You makin moves but the problems they in yo' own bed

[Chorus]

[Sheisty Khrist]
Yeah, I know niggaz with gold chains, gold watches
who buy food from the Golden Arches loaded with starches
These same niggaz selling cocaine in old apartments
I'd rather go to marches, load the cartridge, blow the charges
I might spark the revolution though and go to marshes
and build bows and arrows on barges, only known to archers
To y'all the revolutions prol'ly when you go to Marshall's
Might seem like I'm going harsh but I'm so impartial
Yeah, I know it seem like I'm throwing darts
that could blow apart the lower part of Noah's Ark
At the police department in the dark with no remarks
Snitches get stitches bitches, and so do narcs
So while y'all go to loan sharks, I study Joan of Arc
and the culmination of the Yeoman, bards, and Roman arts
Statues, cathedrals
so if I'm coming at you, bless you, achoo, the measles
Attack you, bleed you, smack you, leave you
Baptized in hellfire Matthew - read you
The truth is we don't need you if American greed feeds you
This is a Cesarean to de-seed you and re-breed you

(Everybody in this bitch is strugglin like a mothafucka)