Текст песни Close Your Mind - 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
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
w.
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
close
10
schools
We
don't
need
'em
Can
you
please
call
the
fire
department
they're
down
here
marching
for
freedom
Burn
down
their
TV's,
turn
their
TV's
on
to
teach
'em
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
(Terror)
Now
the
poor
klu
klux
man
see
that
we're
all
brothers
not
because
things
are
the
same
because
we
lack
the
same
Color
that's
green,
now
that's
mean
Cant
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
running
give
you
the
jitters?
Just
imagine
an
American-based
Christian
organization
planning
to
poison
water
supplies
to
bring
the
second-coming
quicker
Nigga
they
ain't
living
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
giving
it
up,
then
they
ain't
getting
none
and
don't
give
'em
all
naw,
man,
just
give
'em
some
its
The
paper,
some
of
these
cops
must
be
al-qaeda
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...
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Food & Liquor
1 You My
2 Ghetto Story
3 Spaze Out
4 Just Might Be OK
5 Trials and Tribulations
6 Make Sure
7 Real Recognize Real
8 Hustlaz Song
9 Never Lies
10 No Place to Go
11 Game Time
12 Slow Down
13 Close Your Mind
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