In The Dust Lyrics - Singles - 2 Live Crew

If you would suck my soul 

I will lick your funky emotion 

Is this America? Yeah 

Is this freedom? No 

Is this Democracy? No 

Is equality? No 

What do we want? 

Freedom 

Taking this shit into the effect mode 

Expressing my feelings before I exploded 

About the suffering passed on to a black man 

By the money hungry seeking white man 

Fucking up our streets with pollution 

Then lock a nigga up for the solution 

There they go again pickin' on the little man 

Fuck wit' the cartel or the white man 

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Arrest musicians for the things they say 

But can't find a crime after it got sprayed 

This is America in God we trust 

We won just this but a dick is in the dust 

I'm stereotype so I fit the description 

A nigga has the stigma for pushing or pimpin' 

Police harass me and public embarrass me 

They use brutality without asking me 

I'm mad 'cuz I was caught and reached for his license 

Cops pulls the gun and cold ice 

Then I'm a victim of society I got societal ills 

It's harder to pay bills than pop pills 

They send a brother off to fight for your country 

When ask for ours, we get nothing 

I look for work and get my feelings hurt 

They got my back against the wall and my dick is in the dirt 

Let's talk about this man, they call Nino Brown 

The black man, they call Nino brown 

You know there's a lot of Nino Browns in every city 

In the United States of America 

America had formed a Nino Brown in every city 

Basically because we have no way out 

Ah, is that what America really wants us to think 

That we don't have way out? 

Here's an example, you have never seen 

A black man come into Miami 

With pounds and pounds of marijuana 

Pounds and pounds of cocaine 

You have never seen a black man drop off 

A kilo load of cocaine out of a plane, you have never seen this 

But yet it is still is in our community everyday 

And we're the ones going to jail for it 

The system is designed to lead us to stray 

So we turn to drugs and guns for our pay 

It's the sign of the times 

I gotta get mine all I live is a life of crime 

I come up hard from the ran down ghetto 

You talk your ass off but tell me what a nigga know 

All I see is a lot of neighborhood drama 

Babies crying, I wonder where's the mama 

C.O.D. and got rushed to trauma 

A dealer had to deal to make a fast buck 

She was just a patient, what the fuck? 

His back's against the wall and his dick's in the dust