Made In America

[Produced by Paris]

[Intro]
"I love niggas, because niggas are me. And I should only love that which is me. I love that you niggas go through changes, love that you niggas act, love that you niggas make some plays and shoot the shit. But there's one thing about niggas that I don't love. Niggas are scared of revolution"

[Verse 1]
There's a war going on at home, it's like Baghdad
In American cities where all the blacks at
Little kids that pack straps and backpacks
Who clap cats for scratch snacks and gas masks
Hard times, niggas are on the grind
All of the time, faith in Allah small as a dime
A cup of noodles for breakfast, a cup of noodles for lunch and a cup of noodles for dinner
Every day is the winter
Every day is December, cause even in the middle of summer
The streets shiver from the poverty blizzard
Rocket propelled grenades, land mines, and letter bombs
Open up your envelopes with thoughts of them shuttin' off
Your water and your lights and your foods and your rights
All you got in your life is little dude and your wife
So you move in the white with the crew in the night, but you're nervous
The block drafted you into the service, the curse

[Hook]
You ain't a made nigga, you just afraid nigga
You ain't a made nigga, you just afraid nigga
You ain't a made nigga, you just afraid nigga
You ain't a made nigga, you just afraid nigga

[Verse 2]
Wakin' up is the beginning of a day that's fucked
Spoons and forks and napkins and plates and cups
Everything but a meal, I bang with my steel
And feel hunger pains in me still
I hit the front line with my ammo and my canteen
Basketball and tennis shoes as a sand screen
Shootin' jumpers as the boys in blue pass me
Casually, I pass cream to the crack fiends
The other day a first Lieutenant was moded
Started up the car and it exploded, but did nobody notice
I'm knowin' how it goes
When if the the nigga with the purple heart of courage ain't the oldest, it's cold shit
But if I let little man push
Little man could go and create a plan to ambush
Double jeopardy, brothers reppin' me and tellin' me
They lovin' and respectin' me could be the death of me

[Hook]
You ain't a made nigga, you just afraid nigga
God in heaven, could you tell me why you never chose me?
You ain't a made nigga, you just afraid nigga
Times I asked you to provide or we wasn't gon' eat
You ain't a made nigga, you just afraid nigga
Why was everything that you was supposed to do on me?
You ain't a made nigga, you just afraid nigga
Since I'm not in heaven, it's only one other place I can be

[Verse 3]
Now shit's hard when you're up in rank this far
I hit bars and I mix and mingle with stars
You flip cars, but overtime you get scarred
And with your broad you begin to whisper “discharge”
Traumatized by the lies of the turncoats
Who walk enemy ground to go and burn smoke
Five dead. single shot. Glock nine to the head
And you like, “Fuck 'em,” them niggas have to learn though
But things deepen, your enemy's peepin'
The rate you're gain' weight got your thinergies creepin'
They see you're not sleepin', so they got reason
To send a soldier in your circle and manipulate the treason
A psychological Hurricane Katrina
And ain't nobody comin' to help, fuck FEMA
I slowly turn the gun to myself and squeeze it
And Muhammadun rasul-ullah, yet I couldn't see it
The grievous

[Interlude]
"I didn't create this shit, I was born into it. Like, I didn't create the projects, I didn't create homelessness, I didn't create poverty, I didn't create unemployment, I didn't create this poor educational system, I was pushed into it. And now, you want to blame me for not rising above it? Shit, I may not be that strong!"

[Hook]
You ain't a made nigga, you just afraid nigga
You ain't a made nigga, you just afraid nigga
You ain't a made nigga, you just afraid nigga
You ain't a made nigga, you just afraid nigga