Society
America
'Posed to beLand of the freeI don't see howCount me inUhAmericaOhAmericaHa ha haAmerica (America)Sweet land of liberty y'allI'm doing this one for the struggleAnd every bad doin' brothaSista, daddy and motherWho livin' in the gutterYou wantBetter carsAnd a better heartAnother startYo' own yardAnd a place to parkYou want toTrust 'emAnd a better life (life)A bigger cribSongtexteAnd a home cooked mealEvery single nightHe'll feel with youGoin' throughBut I coulda warned youWhen its time to be a manDo all you canSee other landsAnd don't be livin' for the other manTake time out and settle inBe the better manAnd close watch your friendsAnd thenYou'll understandA lil' better thenBut on the other handYou so god damn stubbornAnd you beStartin' shitAnd ever since you made presidentWe ain't even seen you sinceYou need to (you need to)Fill our schoolsRebuild our church and homesStop killin' my own kindAnd leave my Earth aloneAnd stop tappin' my phoneAnd searchin' my broneAnd keep your personal feelings homeWhen you bandin' my chromeDo it for theWeak and the strongAnd to each his ownWe do it for the main goalSo when all the heat is gone[Chorus]This game wasn't told to me (told to me)It was sold to me (sold to me)And we are never free (no!)No wayNot in America (not America)Not America (not in America uh-uh)Our country 'tis of thee ('tis of thee)Land of Liberty (liberty)But that'll never be (never Be - NO!)No wayNot in America (uh-uh not in this America)Not in America (no)You only got 2 bucks and give less than a fuck, then you a niggaGot a nice home and a Lexus truck, you a niggaWorld champions and you M.V.P, you a nigga4 degrees and a Ph.D, still a niggaYou use your platinum for ID's, then you's a niggaIf your skin is brown just like me, then you a niggaGot a promotion and a FAT ass raise, you still a niggaYou from the islands and your peoples wasn't slaves, you a niggaNo matter how much your ass get paid, you still a niggaShot by the cops at a traffic stop, cause you a niggaThat's why I hold toast tooI sell bi-coastalInternationalThey inter-catching you with satellites in deep spaceNow, who invented niggaz in the first place?And said America is the original birthplace?Who gettin' 10, 20, life on they first case?My niggaz[Chorus]I'm doin' this one for theKids in the streetsWho ain't missed a beatDo it for theDeaf and the blindAnd those who don't eat meatDo it for all theChildren of the cornAnd the unbornDo it for the speedy trialsAnd all the lies you done swornHow you gon' keep the manOld Mr. Crooked ass preachin' manWhen your whole congregation drivin' a brand new BenzAnd writing brand new sinsLyin' on a million menAnd all my brothers, sisters, them daddy's, and them doin' time in the Penn[Chorus]
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