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Artist: Public Enemy
Album:  Apocalypse 91
Song:   Nighttrain

                Land of the free
                But the skin I'm in identifies me
                So the people around me
                Energize me
                Callin' all aboard this train ride
                Talkin' 'bout raw hardcore
                Leavin' frauds on the outside
                But the bad thing is anyone can ride the train
                And the reason
                For that is 'cause we look the same
                Lookin' all around at my so called friend
                Light skin to the brown
                The black
                Here we go again
                Homey over there knows Keith an
                But he be thiefin'
                I don't trust him
                Rather bust 'em
                Up out goes his hand and I cough
                He once stole from me
                Yeah I wanna cut it off
                The black thing is a ride I call the nighttrain
                It rides the good and the bad
                We call the monkey trained
                Trained to attack the black it's true
                'Cause some of them look just like you
                Stayin' on the scene
                Sittin' on the train
                See all the faces
                Look about the same
                There go the sellout who's takin' a ride like Cargo
                'Cause he deal
                The keys from Key Largo
                Runnin' Nat narcotic
                By George he got it
                Takin' makin' the G erotic
                And the fiends they scheme
                So he can put 'em down
                But his method is wreck 'em
                Put 'em in tha ground
                Got tha nerve as hell
                To yell brother man
                He ain't black man
                Known to murder his own
                Traitor on the phone
                Ridin' the train
                Self-hater trained
                To sell pain
                The master's toy
                Little boy
                Hard to avoid he look wit' it but he null 'n' void
                'Cause he ridin' the train you think he down for the cause
                'Cause his face looks just like yours
                More of the same insane who sayin'
                Like flowin' like nighttrain
                Runnin' the pain of the black reign
                You look, you laugh
                You doubt and go out
                And I'm gone
                But the bass goes on
                To talk the talk, but walk the walk
                The king of New York
                Crack a lack attack the black
                To crack the back
                Once again I test a friend wit' sincerity
                Or consider him an enemy
                Who am I to tell a lie
                Rather push da bush
                Hope da cracker get crushed
                I'm rollin' wit' rush
                Leader of the bum rush
                Russian I ain't
                Spreadin' like paint
                Lookin' at the put I got
                And its kickin'
                But it ain't chicken
                But it's livin' for a city
                So sick 'n' tired
                Of a scene buckwild, piled in a file
                Senile or chile
                They said it never been no worser
                Than this, I'm on the nighttrain
                They hope ya don't miss it
                Give ya what dey gotta give you just go
                You musn't just put your
                Trust in every brother yo
                Some don't give a damn
                'Cause they the other man
                Worse than a bomb
                Posin' as Uncle Toms
                Disgracin' the race
                Blowin' up
                The whole crew
                Wit' some of them lookin'
                Just like you