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'Posed to be land of the free, I don't see howCount me in, oh, AmerikaOh, Amerika, Amerika, AmerikaSweet land of liberty, y'allI'm doing this one for the struggleAnd every bad doin' brotha, sista, daddy and motherWho livin' in the gutter you want better carsAnd a better heart, another startYo' own yard and a place to parkYou want a truck and ride and a better lifeA bigger crib and a home cooked mealEvery single night, he'll feel with youGoin' through but I coulda warned youWhen it's time to be a man, do all you canSee other lands and don't be livin' for the other manTake time out and settle in, be the better manAnd closely watch your friendsAnd then you'll understand a lil' better thenBut on the other hand, you so God damn stubbornAnd you be startin' shitAnd ever since you made President we ain't even seen you sinceYou need to visit our schoolsSongtexteRebuild our church and homes, stop killin' my own kindAnd leave my Earth aloneAnd stop tappin' my phone and searchin' my broAnd keep your personal feelings home when you bendin' my chromeDo it for the weak and the strong and to each his ownWe do it for the main goal so when all the heat is goneThis game wasn't told to me, it was sold to meAnd we are never free, no wayNot in Amerika, not AmerikaOur country 'tis of thee, land of libertyBut that'll never be, no wayNot in Amerika, not in AmerikaYou 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 card, you need 4 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 too, I sell bi coastal, internationalThey inter-catching you with satellites in deep spaceNow who invented niggaz in the first placeAnd said America is the original birthplaceWho gettin' 10 20 life on they first case, my niggazThis game wasn't told to me, it was sold to meAnd we are never free, no wayNot in Amerika, not AmerikaOur country 'tis of thee, land of libertyBut that'll never be, no wayNot in Amerika, not in AmerikaI'm doin' this one for the kids in the streets who ain't missed a beatDo it for the deaf and the blind and those who don't eat meatDo it for all the children of the corn and the unbornDo it for the speedy trials and all the lies you done swornHow you gon' keep the man, old Mr. Crooked ass preachin' manWhen your whole congregation drivin' a brand new BenzAnd writing brand new sins, lyin' on a million menAnd all my brothers, sisters, them daddysAnd them doin' time in the PennThis game wasn't told to me, it was sold to meAnd we are never free, no wayNot in Amerika, not AmerikaOur country 'tis of thee, land of libertyBut that'll never be, no wayNot in Amerika, not in AmerikaThis game wasn't told to me, it was sold to meAnd we are never free, no wayNot in America, not AmericaOur country 'tis of thee, land of libertyBut that'll never be, no wayNot in America, not in Amerika Aus Songtexte Mania