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Bearded Legend
Bearded Legend
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Bearded Legend
Bearded Legend
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Joe Avicolli
Joe Avicolli
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Oh, here's you boys, now take my advice To America I'll have you's not be coming There is nothing here but war There is nothing here In search of change, to America they came As they stroll off of the boat, they know that nothing is the same People gave them dirty looks, as if they ain't humans too All the courage that it took, see emotions bleeding through Put a gun into their hands, tell them, "Fight for Uncle Sam" They ain't treated equally, but they are free to die in bands Don't understand the language, so you view them as dangerous Put innocents in cages, made sure they never made it, testing patience Since this country was born, all the rich kill the poor (E sono stanco) In their countries before, all the rich killed the poor (E ho un sogno) Since this country was born, all the rich kill the poor (E sono stanco) In their countries before, all the rich killed the poor (E ho un sogno) Here's a little known fact Italian immigrants got lynched 'cause they mixed with the blacks Know that down in New Orleans, 1891, it was March 14th Eleven men were beaten, some stripped and hung by demons Bludgeoned and shot, left bleeding Then left to rot, stopped breathing You see, back then they would say We're not white, like shades of gray But as time went on, shit changed Kissed their ass to pave our way And there's more to this story No background's worth ignoring There's people still enduring the discriminatory bullshit Since this country was born, all the rich kill the poor (E sono stanco) In their countries before, all the rich killed the poor (E ho un sogno) Since this country was born, all the rich kill the poor (E sono stanco) In their countries before, all the rich killed the poor (E ho un sogno) This country was built from death and suffering The land was taken from the Natives Africans were made slaves to build it from the ground up Poor groups from around the world came here for a new life Only to meet similar oppression and poverty that they tried to escape Even now, in the modern day People are still searching for equal rights and treatment It's up to us to cut the bullshit and make things better Make sure that all the people who suffered and died Throughout this country's history did not do so in vain
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