Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sans Souci, artist - Francoiz Breut. Album song Vingt À Trente Mille Jours, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 08.10.2000
Record label: Parlophone
Song language: English
Sans Souci |
Yeah, laws took my homeboy Q to jail mayn |
Racist bastards for real, never believe them fools |
Playing with em mayn, no love for the police |
The Mayor the Governor, the President |
None of em, racist bastards |
We ain’t no motherfucking slaves, or no damn cotton pickers |
God made man, but the devil made niggaz |
I’m fed up with apologizing, and sympathizing |
If you ready so jump partna, let’s start a uprising |
You trying to love your enemy, then fuck the words you speak |
Who the hell you think taught your ass, to turn the other cheek |
Ain’t no trust load cock, aim at they sweater and bust |
These racist bastards treat they damn dogs, better than us The police ain’t shit, they shoot and man handle ya Every few years, a black man gets beat down on camera |
Then we act shocked and surprised, start bitching and protest |
But it’s a thousand ass whoopings a day, that they don’t catch |
They said Satan would deceive men, he ain’t no atheist |
His own self is the God, that his racist ass believes in I saw a sell out, and I spilled him |
I killed him, when I caught him masturbating to a picture of Paris Hilton |
Scared to make change, focused on the wrong thang |
Keep playing this game, and motherfuckers gon hang |
Tied up in chains, don’t even know your own name |
Line up your aim, and take him out from long range |
They lock you up, and then they let you |
Out with a felony so you can’t a job now you at home, and your woman |
don’t respect you |
The pressure kicks in, you get back on the block |
And get popped caught up in a cycle, now you right back on lock |
That’s the plan, to make you stop acting right |
A man works off rational thought and reason, the reason’s controlled by appetite |
Now you a animal, you smell flesh and swarming |
See somebody else with some shit that you want, you strong arming |
Black people, scared to speak out |
If they gave us reparations, we’ll give that shit back to the white |
man before the week out |
Yeah I see you, with your tight grill |
Twenty thousand dollars worth of diamonds in your mouth, and can’t |
pay your light bill |
We some, backwards ass folks |
Hard head and stupid ass people, satisfied with struggle and being broke |
It ain’t no other way, to figure it How you gon expect a child to learn a damn thang, if his own parents is ignorant |
Iraq, done had a million soldiers there |
Years done passed they said it’s all done, if so why the fuck they |
still over there |
If you young and black, they’ll have you |
Fuck the armed forces, don’t sign up for that shit and don’t let em draft you |
Cause death, and injury are certain |
Soldiers risking they life for crumbs, while others are getting rich |
working for Haliburton |
The news, ain’t giving up the whole game |
Boys is getting main flamed, with artillery disfigured and coming up lain |
United States, home of the snitches and snakes |
Fuck the so called holidays, all them bitches is fake |
Thanksgiving, Easter, it’s all some bullshit to me And God condemns the Christmas tree, and Jaramiah did a three |
So read your book fool, and don’t swallow these lies |
You wanna see into a mad soul, just follow his eyes |
And scary uncle tom hoes, I leave this on ya If you was on fire and screaming, I wouldn’t spit vomit I’ll piss on ya |