Lyrics
Her bed of roses are filled with thorns, but now we all burn in her flames Amerimacka, she wouldn t have to hide her shame
Me see dey dreams are shatta, say amerimacka, separating us from love
Anda miss amerimackamacka, she wouldn t have to hide her shame
If she had only stood for love, me see dey dreams are shatta
But man dem would not eat the shaka shaka, oh what a beautiful sight
Her righteous robes are tattered and torn, say amerimacka
Oh what a beautiful life, me look up on da sky an man me see a need a to alta alta
Oh what a beautiful sight, now we re laying in the mud
Looking up above, me save de world not dem
say amerimacka
me look up on da sky an man me see a need a to alta alta
all de dreams you go sell
That would have been enough, that would have been enough, your culture of greed has got to end
les see dey stott de shaka chaptra
That would have been enough, separating us from love
De whole dem turn inna hell, say amerimacka, oh what a beautiful sight
Yeaaaaaaaah yeaaaaahah, dis one here s like a darka talka
oh what a beautiful life
Is like licking honey off a knife, les see dey stott de shaka chaptra, but now we all burn in her flames
that would have been enough
me look up on da sky an man me see a need a to alta alta
oh what a beautiful life
say amerimacka
me look up on da sky an man me see a need a to alta alta
Oh what a beautiful sight, now we re laying in the mud, anda miss amerimackamacka
Oh what a beautiful life, oh what a beautiful sight
me see dey dreams are shatta
if she had only stood for love
but me nah go let dem conquer de i
your culture of greed has got to end
woh oo woh oo woh oo woh oo woh oo woh oo woh oo who oo woohooh
But me nah go let dem conquer de i, the land of the free built on slavery Thievery, say amerimacka
Me no de man dat talka, oh what a beautiful life
De whole dem turn inna hell, oh what a beautiful life
Now we re laying in the mud, her righteous robes are tattered and torn
if she had only stood for love
Dis one here s like a darka talka, les see dey stott de shaka chaptra
is like licking honey off a knife
her bed of roses are filled with thorns
Is like licking honey off a knife, looking up above
Is like licking honey off a knife, separating us from love Thievery, but man dem would not eat the shaka shaka
Oh what a beautiful life, your culture of greed has got to end Thievery, oh what a beautiful life
Me save de world not dem, they try to keep us in the mud
me save de world not dem
Say amerimacka, separating us from love Corporation, but now we all burn in her flames
the promise land is the liar s den
The land of the free built on slavery, anda miss amerimackamacka, say amerimacka
Oh what a beautiful sight, is like licking honey off a knife
is like licking honey off a knife
If she had only stood for love, your culture of greed has got to end
Your culture of greed has got to end, if she had only stood for love Thievery, but me nah go let dem conquer de i
Me lonely man dat, but now we all burn in her flames, but now we all burn in her flames
The land of the free built on slavery, tear water just ah drop from the sky Amerimacka, our consciousness in captivity