“Uncle Sam Goddamn” Lyrics - Brother Ali

“Uncle Sam Goddamn”


[Intro]

Ah, the name of this song is Uncle Sam Goddamn

It’s a show tune, but the show ain’t been written for it yet

We’re gonna see if Tony Jerome and the band can maybe work this shit out for me

And straighten me out right quick

I like it so far man

Yeah

Come on, lets go


Welcome to the United Snakes

Land of the thief home of the slave

Grand imperial guard where the dollar is sacred and proud


Lets do this shit for real, come on now


[Verse 1]

Smoke and mirrors, stripes and stars

Stolen for the cross in the name of God

Bloodshed, genocide, rape and fraud

Writ into the pages of the law good lord

The Cold Continent latch key child

Ran away one day and started acting foul

King of where the wild things are daddy’s proud

Because the Roman Empire done passed it down

Imported and tortured a work force

And never healed the wounds or shook the curse off

Now the grown up Goliath nation

Holding open auditions for the part of David, can you feel it?

Nothing can save you; you question the reign

You get rushed in and chained up

Fist raised but I must be insane

Because I can’t figure a single goddamn way to change it


[Hook x2]

Welcome to the United Snakes

Land of the thief, home of the slave

The grand imperial guard where the dollar is sacred, and power is God


[Verse 2]

All must bow to the fat and lazy

The fuck you, obey me, and why do they hate me? (Who me?)

Only two generations away

From the world’s most despicable slavery trade

Pioneered so many ways to degrade a human being

That it can’t be changed to this day

Legacy so ingrained in the way that we think;

We no longer need chains to be slaves

Lord it’s a shameful display

The overseers even got raped along the way

Because the children can’t escape from the pain

And they’re born with poisonous hatred in their veins

Try and separate a man from his soul

You only strengthen him, and lose your own

But shoot that fucker if he walk near the throne

Remind him that this is my home, now I’m gone


[Hook x2]


[Bridge]

Hold up, give me one right here

Hold on

You don’t give money to the bums

On a corner with a sign bleeding from their gums

Talking about you don’t support a crackhead?

What you think happens to the money from your taxes?


[Verse 3]

Shit the Government’s an addict

With a billion dollar a week kill brown people habit

And even if you ain’t on the front line

When massah yell crunch time, you right back at it

Plain look at how you hustling backwards

At the end of the year, add up what they subtracted

Three outta twelve months your salary pays for that madness

Man, that’s savage

What’s left? get a big ass plasma

To see where they made Dan Rather point the damn camera

Only approved questions get answered

Now stand your ass up for that national anthem


[Hook] {x2}


[Instrumental break]


[Vocals: Mankwe Ndosi]

(You’re so low)

Custom made (You’re so low) *

To consume the noose (You’re so low) *

Keep saying we’re free (You’re so low) *

But we’re all just loose (You’re so low) *