America

(Hook)

Can I survive in the middle of America?
There's mad people dying, I don't think that they're hearing us
The president is black, but that don't mean jack
These mazes are full of loose gats just to lower our stats
Can I survive in the middle of America?
There's mad people dying, I don't think that they're hearing us
The president is black, but that don't mean jack
These mazes are full of hooded lab rats, yeah I get that

(Verse)

This is a mass corrupt white supremacy
I'm just going out for dead presidents see
If a man can't represent me
Then I'mma go out and represent we
From the bottom of the pyramid, to the peak I'm tryna reach
And for me it's only natural to rap and preach
And to the higher ups we can just beg and plead
But we need to burn these money trees
Cause that's the only way we'll get some peace
At the end of the day, what's reality?
What I'm saying is sanctity, don't lose your sanity
I'm not saying what I'm saying just to say it
Class has been in session, since 95' I've been elevated
This damn nation's in damnation
Willing yourself for so long can get you feeling jaded
It's the same thing every presidential inauguration
You'll get capped not adapting to your occupation

(Hook)

Can I survive in the middle of America?
There's mad people dying, I don't think that they're hearing us
The president is black, but that don't mean jack
These mazes are full of loose gats just to lower our stats
Can I survive in the middle of America?
There's mad people dying, I don't think that they're hearing us
The president is black, but that don't mean jack
These mazes are full of hooded lab rats, yeah I get that

(Verse 2)

Am I okay? How the hell am I supposed to be okay?
When they gun down men like JFK
They let little kids in Third-Worlds spray their AKs
If that was your son or daughter, then would you feel ways?
I'm slowing time down in the stairwell smoking marijuana
And time's ticking for another neighbourhood watcher
You'll never know when America will try to stop ya'
So I keep two fingers in the sky for my partners
They're all goners, I can't breath like Eric Garner
I'll never wanna hear my homie go out like Trey Martin
Or like Mike Brown and Evet Smith
Sticks and stones may break bones, but damn, life's a bitch
Can we get some justice around the World's circumference
Cause most of us are in a World where there's no substance
Every life matters, cause we're all the same matter
Only a few might understand this subject matter
So I keep one eye open like CBS to see the evils
They're eyeing with the Eagle
They just love provoking mass hysteria
So can I just survive in America?