American Nightmare (ft. Big Lee, LV, Dew Valley, Lyn Nicole & Spyda)

by Wisdom Simone

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(Wisdom Simone)
I ain’t sold on the American Dream
I serve a mighty Alahym and it’s to him that I cleave (Luy)
Possibility the blood I bleed of Abarym
But with my faith it’s irrelevant mshpachah Yahudym
I know I gotta be persistent and diligent to his call
To defeat these Babylonian bastards ‘gainst Yashar’al
Mizraim reinvented but it really ain’t no difference
These niggers kill us in envy with no mind or heart for repentance
So yeah we been dying my people ignorant some cause they choose to be
Talking melatonin of ruach so they in lucid dreams
Anesthesiology my people living fast asleep
They walking to oppression’s beat but dabary be calling me
When he come to jack the city it’s his wrath I choose to flee
In Chadash Yarushalam my prayer he have a place for me
Pressing for acceptance so I rest in peace eternally
The tsad is always lurking I resist until that loser flee
Can’t beat me I know my peace
Wake up from your nightmare see what you pursue cannot redeem
In the end there is no win with you ‘les you with Alahym
YAH
Yahusha my Husha yeah that’s my Husha

(Big Lee)
The American dream please it’s a nightmare
It’s high time we wake out of sleep ain’t no right here
You better off on Elm street ‘cause you might scared
Someone who don’t have a gun yeah I got mine
Tried to dwell in shalum but shootin’s the way it has to be
I am ready to fight your bastards ruach or naturally
Took me out of my habitation, these cowards captured me
Had me calling on Jesus believing he would rapture me
My Husha is abary ain’t never been no Latin king
Don’t get it twisted ‘cause the inscription was written in Hebrew, latin and greek
Now they mad at me ‘cause they don’t understand my speech
Never though we would recover what was samak since the ruach hovered
Ha that’s B’r-shyth for you clowns
Barah Alahym Ahth HaShamaym Ahth Uau Ha Aratz oo Wow
Returning to a pure language now we call on his name
Jehovah Jireh can’t provide Yahuah getting back his fame
No Hollywood don’t need your plot ‘cause it’s apart of the hoax
I once was blind but now I see Yahuah demolished the cloak, Big Lee

(Pastor)
Look at the real problems and issues we got in America…
People can’t even afford to live in America…
Talkin about American Dream again I tell you ain’t nothing but a nightmare…

(LV)
Land of the free Home of the brave
Psych your mind nigger you still a slave
And you underpaid
Let’s talk about Richard Nixon
Ronald Reagan and don’t forget that nigger Clinton
Created a system to bait you incarcerate and then rape you
To steal your shine and pride but like the coward you hide
From the truth at any moment it could be you
Police steady gunning us down right before you as living proof
That’s why I’m angry for the fact that the country is built on fiction
(My mother land)
Land of Kush keeps getting treated like she’s some vixen
Education system deemed to rob and keep us hidden
(Rhetoric Unfolds)
Now you find out the truth about what’s been written
Incubated in your mind as the rage builds and you live it
Can’t be optimistic cause realistic this had to happen so listen
America America sits high like the queen be while the dark hues are slaves from sea to shining sea

(Dew Valley)
I got a dream but I ain’t Martin Luther
If Kaph was here, in this year he'd be quick to shoot cha
Should I have a fear of walking cause my skin is black?
Post traumatic flesh disorder cause my skin is black?
In America I gotta have insomnia
They killing blacks in every state like this is Bosnia
They call me mongrel I gotta different dogma
They want me horizontal in permanent pajamas
But my fathers practice murder more than farmers and herders
And further I’m no observer, know turner?
The Nat
Everyday struggles gotta get a gun
They used to make us dance now they make us run
It's psychological what these crackers do
Its diabolical eat humans like they food
Admitting and accepting what is prevalent
9mm boy show ‘em your benevolent
Ask them do they wanna go to heaven
If they say yes or no you just gotta tryna help ‘em
And don’t forget the income inequality
To me it don't matter I'ma steal if it bother me
Nightmares nigga they right here
I dare you to declare war on this pair

(Lyn Nicole)
This is the heart of warfare and we stuck off on the wrong side
Gave our love to a soulless people that gave us hopes in lies
So we cry mizriam I know this thing is coming down
Raped us for our dignity and took away our crowns
They would have us to believe that black was always wrong
Shaking and gyrating making ‘em rich with our soulful songs
Down by the riverside is where we lay our burdens down
Far from the peace shores we wait for Yah to tear it down
The lamad speaking the amat but do my people hear
Another black man down and a mother cries shakes with fear
The time is almost up this place ain’t far from a burning
Wait upon that war cry the hands of time is a turning
Preacher man keep crying out for the living
And wake us up from a slumber of sin the illusion we been living
So we look to shamaym malak of malakym
To save us from this nightmare the American dream ain’t what it seem

(Spyda)
Land of the free how can it be with charges higher than a canopy
And that’s not just with money but your life is what’s demanded
We’ve been handed to a man that’s managed to damage the land
That we’ve been banished from for handling things commanded abstained from
They bang guns and stains come from underneath
We underneath the sheets but in the streets we running from police
So humbly we speak to see why is it that we’ve been told to keep silent
The reply just keeps multiplying all our groans and cries with homes divided
And the violence ain’t domestic it’s pathetic
That the one that says he’s scared is the same one that holds the weapon
Thinking murder is the answer unless he shows mercy and exposes us to more cells than cancer
We say our hands are up and they say that makes us the terrorists
Forced to jump hurdles higher than Everest
Serving in the land where the devil we gotta stay rebellious
To his way of life though they make sure our plight is perilous
They raped and robbed us hardly got a pop to piss
It ain’t really hard to see America’s nothing more than just a crock of sh…
<beeeep>

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released February 2, 2017
Written by: Wisdom Simone, Big Lee (biglee2.bandcamp.com), LV, Dew Valley (artistprofile.bandcamp.com), Lyn Nicole (lynnicole.bandcamp.com) & Spyda



Beat Produced by: Akeem Haze
Contact: akeemhazebeats@gmail.com
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Wisdom Simone Atlanta, Georgia

The road to virtuosity is one of blood, sweat, and tears. Yah has been gracious enough to allow me the challenge. I pray I make him proud. These Q'Dash Tahalym are my reports of what I see, feel, and learn on this journey.

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