America

[Intro: John Fitzgerald Kennedy]
And so my fellow Americans, ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country

[Verse 1: Bukshot]
Who these people think they are pushing narratives?
Two-faced politicians playing different characters
Both sides and this shit ain't getting better
Republicans and Democrats they in this shit together
Divide and conquer, double-headed monster
Tearing up our country we can't take this any longer
They pitting us together, trying to eat each others throats
The cover up, knowing we can't see 'em through the smoke
The news is telling us what the owners want 'em to
Lies and fabricated truth, what this world is coming to
What you gonna do when they come take ya guns
And can't protect your family when the home invaders come
Taking all rights has become the new thing
The FEDs in our country have become the biggest gang
Welcome to the new world order called America
Don't start preaching that we free or I'mma stare at ya

[Chorus: Bukshot]
Murder
I got a problem with society, the hate is deep inside of me
America
I can feel my anger rioting from all these people lying to me

[Bridge: John Fitzgerald Kennedy]
But we are opposed around the world, by a monolithic and ruthless conspiracy

[Verse 2: Bukshot]
Home of the brave (brave), land of the free (free)
Everyone's a patriot, look at all the hate we get
Always gotta stick our nose in other countries business
Acting like we better, the truth we're really misfits
Politicians got their closet full of skeletons
Pedophilia chasers, time to take your medicine
When asked about it, they don't move just like a mannequin
Even though they got a thing for kids and human trafficking
Little boys and girls sold on the low
Taken from the families and these motherfuckers know
High powered, yeah we talking 'bout officials
Where people turn up dead and missing if you blow a whistle
String pulled puppets, preying on our little ones
Better pay attention while ya can, go get your guns
The war is coming...soon...don't get it crossed
Guaranteed before it's over bodies getting tossed

[Chorus: Bukshot]
Murder
I got a problem with society, the hate is deep inside of me
America
I can feel my anger rioting from all these people lying to me

[Bridge: John Fitzgerald Kennedy]
My fellow citizens of the world

[Verse 3: Bukshot]
This America, a.k.a. cop land (land)
Shoot yo ass in the back, they are not playing (playing)
Steal a candy bar, homie you won't make it far
You won't see a cell, they'll send you straight to hell
If you black or brown, you ain't catching cases
Gun yo ass down, half of 'em are racist (racist)
Thirty-five percent are crooked and they'll fuck you
The other fifteen percent just don't know what to do
They don't understand the underground and how we roll
Terrified slowly reaching for the radio
Fit the profile of someone that they looking for
Just cause I wear baggy clothes don't mean I rob liquor stores
Hands up (freeze!) and if you just ain't quick enough
They'll swear you reaching for a weapon and they'll light you up
I fit the stereotype of bad characters
In this ugly world I live called America

[Chorus: Bukshot]
Murder
I got a problem with society, the hate is deep inside of me
America
I can feel my anger rioting from all these people lying to me
Murder
I got a problem with society, the hate is deep inside of me
America
I can feel my anger rioting from all these people lying to me (lying to me)