Chords for Brother Ali - Uncle Sam Goddamn

_ _ The name [C] of this song is Uncle Sam Goddamn.
_ [B] _ It's a show [A] tune, but the [D] show ain't been written for it yet.
_ We gonna see if Tony Jerome and the band can maybe work [G] this shit out for me.
Straighten me out, right?
[D] _ _
_ I like [B] it so far, man.
Yeah.
[E] _
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Welcome to the United States, land of the thief, home of the slave.
Grand Imperial Guard where the dollar is sacred and proud.
Let's do the shift.
Come on.
Smoke [F#m] and mirrors, stripes and [F#] stars, stoning for the cross and the name of God.
[F#m] Bloodshed, genocide, rape and [F#] fraud.
Written to the pages of the law, good law.
[F#m] The cold, hot and it latched each hour, ran away one day and started acting five.
King of where the wild things are.
Daddy's proud because the Roman Empire [F#] unfastened.
[F#m] Him brought it and torture the workforce and never healed the wounds and [F#] shook the curse off.
Not a [F#m] grown up Goliath nation holding open auditions for the part of David.
Can you feel nothing can save you?
You question the rain.
You [F#] get rushed in and tamed up.
Fist raised.
But I must be insane because I can't figure a single Goddamn way to [F#m] change.
Welcome to the United [F#] States, land of the thief, home of [F#m] the slave.
The Grand Imperial Guard where the dollar is sacred [F#] and proud.
Welcome to the United States, land of the thief, home of the slave.
The Grand Imperial Guard where the dollar is sacred and proud.
[F#m] All must bow to the fat and lazy.
The fuck you obey me and why do they hate me?
Only two generations away from the world's most speakable slavery.
Great pioneers.
So many ways to [F#] degrade a human being that it can't be changed.
It is a legacy so ingrained in the way that we think we no longer need change to be.
Like _ [F#m] _ the overseer even [F#] got raped along the way because the children can't escape from the pain.
And they born with the pause in this hatred and that pain.
Try and separate a [F#m] man from his soul.
You only strengthen him and lose your own.
But [F#m] shoot that fucker if he walk near the throne.
Remind him that this is my home.
Now I'm gone.
Welcome to the [F#] United States, land of the [F#m] thief, home of the slave.
The Grand Imperial Guard where the dollar is sacred and [F#] proud. _
Welcome to the United States, land of the thief, home of the slave.
The Grand Imperial Guard where the dollar is sacred and proud.
Hold up, give me one [F#m] right here.
Hold up.
You don't give money to the bums on the corner [F#] with a sign bleeding from their gums.
Talking about you don't support a crackhead.
What you think happens to the money from your taxes?
Shit the [F#m] government's an addict.
With a billion dollar a week, kill brown people habits.
And even if you ain't on the front line when NASA yell crunch time, you right back at it.
Man, look at how you hustling backwards.
At the end of the [F#] year, add up what they subtracted.
[F#m] Three out of 12 months, your salary pay for that [F#] madness.
Man, that's savage.
What's left?
Get a big ass plasma to see where they lay.
Damn, rather point the damn camera.
[F#m] Only approved questions get answered.
Now stand your ass up for that national anthem.
Welcome to the United States, land of the thief, home of the slave.
The grand imperial guard where the dollar is sacred and [F#] proud.
Welcome to the United States, land of the thief, home of the slave.
Grand imperial guard where the dollar is sacred and proud.
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