Lyrics:
'Posed to be
Land of the free
I don't see how
Count me in
Uh
America
Oh
America
Ha ha ha
America (America)
Sweet land of liberty y'all
Know who I am
Brown kid raised in the slums
Didn't understand why my momma struggled wit funds
Up in private
Twist my fingers
Like to emulate thugs
I
are growing
We're the kids in America
We're the kids in America
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights the music gets faster
Look boy,
kid-like vibe
To it, to where it was just fun
And she was just like- it
Had no worries in it
Pretend, you're Tido and Jermaine?, to
Youre Michael Jackson
Black king stripped to a peasant queens raped in our face
Emasculated in front the nation kids snatch away
Sold like property, to being lynched by
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, the music
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,
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,
I have prayed for America
I was made for America
It's in my blood and in my bones
By the dawn's early light
By all I know is right
We're going
don't care if he was vulnerable
In a home full of drug abuse and incest
Or allegedly brainwashed by white supremacists
Whatever the case may be for him
are growing
[Chorus]:
We're the kids in America, Whoo-ooh (x 2)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights, the music gets faster
Look boy,
are growing
[Chorus]:
We're the kids in America, Whoo-ooh (x 2)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights, the music gets faster
Look boy,
the kids in America (whoa)
We're the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights, the music gets faster
Look, boy, don't
the sun America
Hello British Empire
Hello Roman Empire
Hello Soviet
There is a new kid in town
Joining the gone down
Finding what you found
Treading
the moonlight, high on speed
We are the bad kids, come and follow me
Dancing in the moonlight, wild and free
Be my sugar daddy, give me what I want
Cocaine
to the murder of Dr david Gunn
Who was killed in Florida
By pro-life activists
While I was living there that was
The ultimate hypocrisy I
Witnessed growing up:
just your legal system though
They don't think about you
No they don't care about you
Now every man in America take back your control
Like you don't
hold in the 1950’s when we were already entranced by baseball, bikinis and the boob tube. We invented manned flight, atom bombs, and duct tape before we
down town the young ones are growing
CHORUS:
We´re the kids in america
we´re the kids in ameriva
everybody live for the music-go-round
NATASHA:
Bright
You hear me
Turn my dog to a pack ain't no sheep in we
As if I'm DiCaprio I'm putting wolves in the street
America let em howl how how
America let em
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
they kids
And they’re not being
Allowed to play that real shit
Because they think that in
Order to feed they kids they
Gotta play the same
Shit over
Chinatown (yeah)
At your local bodega, it doesn't matter
He is DJ Whoo Kid
How real is this?
How real is this?
G-unit radio (yeah)
America, welcome
kills, word up respect this
America Is Dying Slowly (4x)
Yeah, word yo, sliding up in this store right here
I ain't even playing that man, for real
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