| Song | Morning of America |
| Artist | Blue Scholars |
| Album | Bayani |
| 作曲 : Geologic, Mohajerjasbi ... | |
| (chorus) | |
| On and On like the song go | |
| I wonder if we took the wrong road | |
| And it seems like so long ago | |
| But you know where to go if you ever come home | |
| (verse) | |
| I was born in the morning of America | |
| Torn between mourning the loss | |
| And celebrating the dawn | |
| Majored in Reaganomics, hip hop and comics | |
| Fist locked around dollars | |
| Fuck a stock market | |
| Prince was chart toppin' | |
| Purple Rain fallin' | |
| Writer's gettin' up and down the Berlin Wall | |
| Before the Iron Curtain call and People Power One | |
| Chillin' up in military housing having fun | |
| With the little we got, got Optimus for Christmas | |
| Over time to pay principal with interest | |
| Moms and Pops still ill equipped as new immigrants | |
| And navigate 1986 with three kids | |
| Plus expecting one more, far from the Huxtables | |
| That's why I'm still comfortable while sleeping on the floor | |
| Twenty Three years gone, still 1984 | |
| Still fighting more undeclared wars | |
| Caught 'em shipping arms to Iran for Nicaraguan Contras | |
| A cold war getting hotter, | |
| Now what's going on? | |
| It's no more Marvin to sing us the song, | |
| I think something's gone wrong | |
| (chorus) | |
| (verse) | |
| Now, nothing beats the sound of a Posmix cassette | |
| Bumpin' in the system of your hooptie stock deck | |
| 8-bit systems and kung-fu flicks | |
| I rock like Herbie Hancock with prosthetic limbs | |
| Who killed Vincent Chin? | |
| Was it them? Was it us? | |
| Not giving it enough of a fuck to stand up | |
| Not more than 12 months after Lennon got shot | |
| Bob died same year, Mumia got locked | |
| The school of the Americas put heads to sleep | |
| Like Ted DiBiase, the Million Dollar Dream | |
| Jesus Freaks all believe to leave | |
| On these streets, will they please just leave us be | |
| Mix tapes of Fat Boys and Run DMC | |
| Too Short, BDP and EPMD | |
| Watch more Nickelodeon than MTV | |
| Eventually every week it was Fab Five Freddy | |
| Now everybody born about '87 up | |
| Got a VH1 version of "The Years We Came Up" | |
| But VH1 never played hip-hop at all | |
| How the fuck they be the ones giving hip hop awards y'all? | |
| (chorus) | |
| (verse) | |
| Reflections and questions and not enough answers | |
| The rise of gang banging was the death of the Panthers | |
| Short shorts, tube socks, cities to boondocks | |
| Everywhere somebody trying to moon walk | |
| Rock Steady crew, jams with Steve Pool | |
| Site beyond sight, yo, I pulled roots | |
| Like Super Mario 2, a bowl full of Cheerios | |
| Looking back "Just Say No" was not enough | |
| To sweep dust under the carpet when the visitors came | |
| Cities became, temporary wealth | |
| Manifested and changed, M.J. became chosen | |
| "Free Mandela" was the slogan of the moment | |
| To the mobile DJs with the pompadour fades | |
| Rockin' Debbie Deb Stevie B. all day | |
| When I hear music, I can't wait to rock | |
| New shoes, nothing less than some fresh hightops | |
| And things happen for a reason, they say | |
| But I say there's a reason things happen | |
| And it wasn't all good way back in the day | |
| Struggled then, struggle now, still standing | |
| (repeat) | |
| (chorus) |
| zuò qǔ : Geologic, Mohajerjasbi ... | |
| chorus | |
| On and On like the song go | |
| I wonder if we took the wrong road | |
| And it seems like so long ago | |
| But you know where to go if you ever come home | |
| verse | |
| I was born in the morning of America | |
| Torn between mourning the loss | |
| And celebrating the dawn | |
| Majored in Reaganomics, hip hop and comics | |
| Fist locked around dollars | |
| Fuck a stock market | |
| Prince was chart toppin' | |
| Purple Rain fallin' | |
| Writer' s gettin' up and down the Berlin Wall | |
| Before the Iron Curtain call and People Power One | |
| Chillin' up in military housing having fun | |
| With the little we got, got Optimus for Christmas | |
| Over time to pay principal with interest | |
| Moms and Pops still ill equipped as new immigrants | |
| And navigate 1986 with three kids | |
| Plus expecting one more, far from the Huxtables | |
| That' s why I' m still comfortable while sleeping on the floor | |
| Twenty Three years gone, still 1984 | |
| Still fighting more undeclared wars | |
| Caught ' em shipping arms to Iran for Nicaraguan Contras | |
| A cold war getting hotter, | |
| Now what' s going on? | |
| It' s no more Marvin to sing us the song, | |
| I think something' s gone wrong | |
| chorus | |
| verse | |
| Now, nothing beats the sound of a Posmix cassette | |
| Bumpin' in the system of your hooptie stock deck | |
| 8bit systems and kungfu flicks | |
| I rock like Herbie Hancock with prosthetic limbs | |
| Who killed Vincent Chin? | |
| Was it them? Was it us? | |
| Not giving it enough of a fuck to stand up | |
| Not more than 12 months after Lennon got shot | |
| Bob died same year, Mumia got locked | |
| The school of the Americas put heads to sleep | |
| Like Ted DiBiase, the Million Dollar Dream | |
| Jesus Freaks all believe to leave | |
| On these streets, will they please just leave us be | |
| Mix tapes of Fat Boys and Run DMC | |
| Too Short, BDP and EPMD | |
| Watch more Nickelodeon than MTV | |
| Eventually every week it was Fab Five Freddy | |
| Now everybody born about ' 87 up | |
| Got a VH1 version of " The Years We Came Up" | |
| But VH1 never played hiphop at all | |
| How the fuck they be the ones giving hip hop awards y' all? | |
| chorus | |
| verse | |
| Reflections and questions and not enough answers | |
| The rise of gang banging was the death of the Panthers | |
| Short shorts, tube socks, cities to boondocks | |
| Everywhere somebody trying to moon walk | |
| Rock Steady crew, jams with Steve Pool | |
| Site beyond sight, yo, I pulled roots | |
| Like Super Mario 2, a bowl full of Cheerios | |
| Looking back " Just Say No" was not enough | |
| To sweep dust under the carpet when the visitors came | |
| Cities became, temporary wealth | |
| Manifested and changed, M. J. became chosen | |
| " Free Mandela" was the slogan of the moment | |
| To the mobile DJs with the pompadour fades | |
| Rockin' Debbie Deb Stevie B. all day | |
| When I hear music, I can' t wait to rock | |
| New shoes, nothing less than some fresh hightops | |
| And things happen for a reason, they say | |
| But I say there' s a reason things happen | |
| And it wasn' t all good way back in the day | |
| Struggled then, struggle now, still standing | |
| repeat | |
| chorus |