Lyrics:
Yeah, I ain't made in China
I'm American as it gets
I ain't made by Uyghur kids
For pennies on the dollar
I'm made in the USA
It says so on my
defiled by all the bullies, hate and verbal bile,
Mocked in the street because I paint my face like Dani Filth,
And died my hair, wore contact lenses
Physical education is being taught by the streets
Sex education is being replaced by teen pregnancy
And there's no need for math class if the streets is
All comes in due time man that's what they say
My word is my bond and the streets sow a song
So love me while I'm here cause you'll miss me when I'm
Another mid-adulthood crisis
Living at a college
But lacking all the vices
Well shit
No wonder I'm depressed
Kids stay obsessed over multiple vices
American Culture
1st Verse
1984 entered the portals of earth
Covered in placenta and after birth
Hello Nurse! Watch how you wipe
You don’t
with our fists climbing higher
Vilified by liars who conspire in cipher
They don't give a shit about the will of the people
Unspeakable legal sequels
I'd prolly be a reject
I came up by my lonely now I'm a product of that D-Set
Two twelvin' with my homie, he caught a homy of that d-wreck
He said it
the veterans
Black folks and white folks divided by the news
But we're all the same, we are red, white, and blue
Ashamed to be American? Okay, that's cool
should we fear instead?
Okay I got it
It's all of the people in the projects
Black and Hispanic always trying to steal my contents
Without a conscience
gettin' paid
You might have left but the money stayed
In the ghetto it ain't all about drugs
Gettin' paid doin' all kinda stuff
Only rule on the street
Kids get your parents permission befor,fore,befo,fo,before tryin' this
Half of the hoes and the music goin' bang
Everybody everybody yeh we all
a law degree
I've been dying for the chance and they finally let us in
What that mean
We ain't tripping dawg
We still believing y'all
We still ain't
a about to flip, by just gotta know about
The shakin' street, it's got that beat
Shakin' Street, where all the kids meet
Shakin' street, it's got that
All I ever asked you to do was go get a job
You won't even go get a job
But you wanna find yourself in the street hustling
Thinking that shit gonna
talkin' bout a race war
(Get yourself together)
(Open your eyes
Get wise)
(Put your brain in gear)
Race war
People gettin' killed in the street
dark and blue
We were all athletically gifted
But when we played them white kids somehow we just missed it
In them big street football games
I see now
come so easily
All the kids are gonna do what they wanna
And when we get older we can sing
We're all around the world living The American Dream
a Moscow surgery
Hoping to die in a cold war nursery
All of the kids back home believe in much more than we do
It's a memory play where the memory
in life watch the horizon
Doing as they please
While they're all busy smiling
Reject the holy one from Zion
Hating those offending
While everyone's
can do
Can't pull off their shit when there's no body to support you
They got the talent what the American kid got to
They are like blank paper writing
American hood an unnatural force
We deal in designer death taking it's course
Never seen privilege but heard it before
Baby mom is hiding my bitch
and some kid comes blastin' 'round the corner
But a cop puts him right away
He lays on the street holding his leg
Screaming something in Spanish
Still
and some kid comes blastin' 'round the corner
But a cop puts him right away
He lays on the street holding his leg
Screaming something in Spanish
Still
.jpg/300px-Count_Basie_(1955_Kriegsmann_portrait_-_square_crop).jpg "Count Basie & His All American Rhythm Section")
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