Lyrics:
clip our wings
We gon still be fly
You can never break
What's hand made by God
America I got a Question
Why's all the killing in these streets
Why
a man
When I met Ann, I soked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
That I met on the road
After a show in Ontario
Shorty say she got a man
That don't really scare me though
But she say he got a temper
So, but what
stared out beyond the windshield of my old car with that A/C broken
I felt so defeated because every house looks the same and I thought I'd never leave
in the matrix
Bitches throwing ass while I'm sipping on that drank bitch
Jackson in my pocket and I keep a couple franks bitch
We tryna have a good
the young ones are growing
We're the kids in America (whoa)
We're the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights,
no vaccine
Yeah
I’ma have to give it some time before they stab me with syringes
I’ma let everybody else do that before I try that shit
I already take
when there’s nowhere left to hide?
Tell me, what do you see in me when you look into my eyes?
But if all lives matter, why I gotta die?
Stop killing us
,myself, and I
I can't see nobody but me, can't see nobody but God
I don't got no Ben franks next to me that's all that's in my pocket
I don't got nobody round me
We were taught if man believes in
What he wants in America
It's only a matter of time, just a matter of seasons
But I walk through the houses of dreams
it back
Is it okay for me to say? I don't know, so I watch and stand
In front of a line of police that look the same as me
Only separated by
shooting dice in the cum slum
Learned how to load the 9mm Canik and change the trajectory of everything
This shit ain't nothing to me, man
I fuck like
skill and brandish it
aim to live magnanimous, manhandle disadvantages
I’m blasphemous, didn’t get here by accident
effort was the catalyst, and now that
'm a resident of a nation that don't want me
What's done is done, the town erupts in fury
And I'm already hearing bout this lopsided jury
Three faces like his,
the young ones are growing
We're the kids in America, whoa
We're the kids in America, whoa
Everybody lives for the music-go-round
Bright lights,
in Bedrock, surrounded by rubble
Just a youngin' in trouble
Took a shot and then made it a double
Took a shot and then made it a double
This that food
eyes
Leven my depth and see what lies inside
A dying child who just out here dying to live
But as the man killed the boy rise I did
[Hook: Frank
in the pool,
Which is really on the wall,
I got a color TV, so I can see
The Knicks play basketball Hear me talk about
Checkbooks, credit cards,
You change your make up nearly four times a day,
Learning old Frank Sinatra's "My way", "My way".
House is clean and grass is green
I've got my
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's moving
I
and prove me wrong and
Pretend like you're immortal.
She said, He said live like no tomorrow
Every day we borrow brings us
One step closer
and give me my 'spect
Hit the lights and I appear beyond
The stratosphere of Meccable function
And if you're pretty let your
Lady sleep in Carmel City
Begin
to fight like I been a boxer
I left my keys in the car and for a minute I quit being god
I'm Frank Sinatra sitting inside Synagogue with Siddartha
George
I be shifting gears, it’s automatic
My Tiptronic, sip Tonic, then I’m going savage
Sinatra? Classic
Feel the fabric
Pinot in my chalice
I’m never
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