America

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Being here in America doesnt make you an American
Being born here in America doesnt make you an American
I see America through the eyes of the victim
I dont see any American dream , I see an American nigh****are
Power to the people
[01:37][02:50]We got more crack in the ghetto than they could grow in Columbia
[01: 40][02:53]Put this *******t right in front of ya, this is America!
[01:43][02:56]We got more guns in the hood than soldiers out on the line
[01:46][02:59]See hustlers out on they grind, how you get rich in America
[01:49][03:02]And we all just tryin to make it , all around the world
[01:52][03:05]For those who never mistake it, aint no place like America
[01:55][03:08]And your pride get hard to swallow when everything controlled
[01:59][03:12]By that all mighty dollar, we dont fear God in America
Okay the sun rise from the east, the west marked by the beast
The crime rate in my city still risin like yeast
My young homie said, '***** school' and hit the block
I try to tell him, 'Be thankful for the *******t you got'
Cause aint nobody gon do nothin for you
They gave the ghetto **** to hang ourselves then kick the bucket for you
Still throwin rocks at the pen, full of **** spot
My homie just got out and locked up again
Cause aint no discipline (Not at all)
Speakin frankly, its all about the Benjamins
More chiefs than Indians
Thats why I just be playin my part (my part)
Keep doin' my thing thing
My phone like a telethon, it always go ring ring
My hands cash registered, they always go ching ching
Call me Joe Blow, cause Im smokin that mean green
Gotta stay high to deal with all these characters
Cash rules everything all over America
Na *****, we tryin to ball *****
Bullets ejecting enter give him a hot winter
From a nobody ***** to top-tener
To *******es givin head just hopin that I remember
Obama lied, aint see *******t changed
The ******* came, with no shame, we does our thing
My gang go bang, his blog be tHe same
Her block be the same
I just migHt get rid of tHat range and cop me a plane
Im ghetto fabulous, not corporate but ***** rich
Jesus Christ cant believe tHis *******t
The pistol on me make me feel grave
Ya man murked could make you feel hate
A murder squad get the ?
God couldnt help me with the bills I pay
So Im stealin the collection plate
Prayed to him, guess he answered late
On my knees just tired of tryin to get His attention
So ***** it, Im back to *******in
Everybody on welfare,nobody got healthcare
War goin on right here, the president well aware
Come through your city, but wont visit the ghetto there
We in our own world from California to Delaware
The black market, yeah the hood be arrangin
How the prices be inflatin all the goods we exchangin
To be doctor was my earlier plan
Til experience let me know I had the world inmy hand
Now I got so many girls in my pants
Dont know if they reachin for me, or the Jacksons and grams
I see my fans, they all happen to ask
Young Bo, when you gon put the game back in the trance?
Im like, 'Im on it, Im on it'
You see how I be doin it
I feel it then I record it, sound the same when Im performing
To tell the truth, the crack game was never boring
Bet theyll be the best memories we talk about tourin