Tytuł: America

• Wykonawca: Trick Daddy
• Wyświetleń: 357

[Trick Daddy]
  'Posed to be...
  Land of the free
  I don't see how
  Count me in
  Uh
  America
  Oh
  America
  Ha-ha-ha
  America (America)
  Sweet land of liberty y'all
  
  I'm doing this one for the struggle
  And every bad doin' brotha
  Sista, daddy and mother
  Who livin' in the gutter
  You want
  Better cars
  And a better heart
  Another start
  Yo' own yard
  And a place to park
  You wanna
  Trust 'em ??
  And a better li' (life)
  A bigger crib
  And a home cooked meal
  Every single night
  He'll feel with you
  Goin' through
  But I coulda warned you
  When its time to be a man
  Do all you can
  See other lands
  And don't be livin' for the other man
  Take time out and settle in
  Be the better man
  And close ? watch your friends
  And then
  You'll understand
  A lil' better then
  But on the other hand
  You so god damn stubboran
  And you be
  Startin' shit
  And ever since you made president
  We ain't even seen you since
  You need to (You need to)
  Fill our schools
  Rebuild our church and homes
  Stop killin' my own kind
  And leave my Earth alone
  And stop tappin' my phone
  And searchin' my brone
  And keep your personal feelings home
  When you bandin' my chrome
  Do it for the
  Weak and the strong
  And to each his own
  We do it for the main goal
  So 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 way
  Not 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 way
  Not in America (uh-uh Not in this America)
  Not in America (No)
  
  [Society]
  You only got 2 bucks and give less than a fuck -- then you a nigga
  Got a nice home and a Lexus truck -- you a nigga
  World champions and you M.V.P -- you a nigga
  4 degrees and a Ph.D -- still a nigga
  You use your platinum ?? for ID's -- then you's a nigga
  If your skin is brown just like me -- then you a nigga
  Got a promotion and a FAT ass raise -- you still a nigga
  You from the islands and your peoples wasn't slaves -- you a nigga
  No matter how much your ass get paid -- you still a nigga
  Shot by the cops at a traffic stop -- cause you a nigga
  That's why I hold toast too
  I sell bi-coastal
  International
  They inter-catching you with satellites in deep space
  Now...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]
  
  [Trick Daddy]
  I'm doin' this one for the
  Kids in the streets
  Who ain't missed a beat
  Do it for the
  Deaf and the blind
  And those who don't eat meat
  Do it for all the
  Children of the corn
  And the unborn
  Do it for the speedy trials
  And all the lies you done sworn
  How you gon' keep the man
  Old Mr. Crooked ass preachin' man
  When your whole congregation drivin' a brand new Benz
  And writing brand new sins
  Lyin' on a million men
  And all my brothers, sisters, them daddys, and them doin' time in the Penn
  
  [Chorus repeated till end]