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[Intro]
War on terror
Yeah, right
I see the truth hidin' in a Bush
War on crime, war on muthafuckin' drugs
They wanna spend 800 million in California to stop gang bangin'
But they won't spent a cent to feed a poor child in the ghetto
I'm talkin' about America
Home sweet home
Ya heard
[Chorus]
America (Yeah)
America (Heyyy)
America
(Aye)
America (Heyyy)
America
(That's where we from, right?)
America (Heyyy)
America
(Y'all niggas made me what I am)
America (Holla at 'em)
[Verse 1]
As the world keeps spinnin' like my deuce, deuce, rims
I wonder how a veteran can lose two limbs
Come home and can’t even afford new Timbs
9 two m's, millimeter, fill a heater
Bust slugs for Sam, in the end, who wins? (Blaow)
On Jim Gittum bangers, I drop a few gems (Blaow)
The line of duty, fastest way you can die
But they don't say so, just commitin' suicide (Suicide)
Straight traumatized, tears in their mama's eyes
Divorce on the rise, wives walk out their lives
These are the things the media never told us (Uh)
Mama got a last letter from her second oldest (Uh)
'Cause he fell on a live grenade to save his fellow soldiers
Better wake up and smell the Folgers (Ahhhhh)
We need more like Barack Obama
'Cause Osama's in the Bahamas with his baby mama (Ha, ha, haa)
And I'm in...
[Chorus]
America (Yeah)
America (Heyyy)
(Aye)
America
(Call Rove, what the fuck you doin', man?)
America (Heyyy)
America
(Scooter Libby is just like me)
America (Heyyy)
(We lie under oath)
America (Ha, haa)
(This is America)
America
[Verse 2]
You know how many vets I could put in a video
With a cardboard sign on side of the city road
He fought for his country, little did he know
They wouldn't give him any dough, just pennies and pissy clothes
He thought they would make him a hero
He fought for the people
He did it all for the bald eagle
But nah, he's a zero
In war, he saw all evil
A problem he would solve with a needle
Makings of a junkie
Betrayed by his country from jump street
While them politicians living comfy (Fuck 'em)
They won't even give the nigga a monthly, for lunch meat
Ticket to hell, he in the front seat
What's deep?
Deep is when you got a son
Half Vietnamese, from skeetin' overseas
He believes his pops is alive, so he leaves on a plane
A grown man, he knelt to his knees and he prayed to meet him
Sent heaven his pain
But a stranger, he forever remained (Why?)
'Cause he searched for his father
Came up with nather
Not knowin' he met him yesterday, mane
Begging for change (Where?)
In A-meri-ca
[Chorus]
America (Yeah)
America (Heyyy)
America
(And we supposed to be...)
America (Heyyy)
(Patriotic)
Yeah
America (What)
You know a nigga really understand Mobb Deep now
America (Heyyy)
When they said there it's a war goin' on outside, nobody safe from
America
In L.A., nobody safe, nigga (Nobody)
L.A. County
Long Beach, Compton, Watts, Inglewood, South Central, Gardena and Hawthorne, nigga
(Yeah)
You can die in a blink of an eye, mane
(Yeah)
[Verse 3]
These street soldiers been havin' feuds
Since Raymond Washington started the Baby Avenues
Since L.A. brims, niggas with crazy attitudes
Packin' tools, after school
Bang 'em at a fool (Blaaoow)
A massive troupe
A jurassic group of killers in one city
Where ratchets shoot
I was an at-risk youth (Youth)
That's why I staggered in the booth (Booth)
Off yak and spat this truth (Truth)
The hood is Vietnam mixed with Lebanon
So we need Charles Baron to lead like Farrakhan (Who?)
'Cause most y’all leaders would make Coretta yawn
Build for the future instead of some better bombs (Bitch)
Barry Bonds the game, I keep hittin' home
I keep hittin' chrome
I creep with the long nose
'Cause Lord knows it ain't a street that the beef isn't on (C'mon)
Realest shit you can speak on a song (C'mon, man)
[Outro]
America (Yeah)
(Where we at?)
America (Heyyy)
America
(We in America, man)
America (Heyyy)
(Land of the muthafuckin' free)
America
(Ha, ha, ha, ha)
America (Heyyy)
(But all my homies locked up)
America
(Dick Cheney, the puppet master)
America (Heyyy)
(George Bush)
America
(Huh)
America
(I thought we was goin' to war for oil)
America
(Countless lives lost)
America
(Gas prices still high as a muthafucker)
America
(John McCain)
America
(I'd rather vote for John McClane)
America
(We die hard, ha, ha, ha)
America
(Y'all know what it is)
America
(Obama 2)
America
(American me)
America
(C.O.B.)
America
(I pledge allegiance...)
America
(To the flag…)
America
(Of the United States…)
America
(Of ghetto America)
America
(Obama)
America
America
America
America
America
American Me was written by Crooked I.
American Me was produced by Jim Gittum.