Lyrics:
Dreamin' in red white and blue
Only in America
Where we dream as big as we want to
We all get a chance
Everybody gets to dance
Only in America
Sun goin' down
America we have several people power groups
Groups of dynamic intertwined relationships
Made apparent by a parent
Or want for
This structure
On the bottom
that's quick to bust
P.N.C. take it back to the dust
Now I got fo' eyes to watch my back
Plus my own two make it a full six-pack
Now we bring
[M-1]
You either pimpin' the system, or gettin' pimped by the sytem
Don't want no slice of the pie, we want control of the kitchen
Gotta get this bread
There was a place they called America; perhaps you've heard of it before
Yes, I've seen it on a map or two, but I can't find it anymore
We sold it
'Cause I know just where to look
"could we have a vote please?"
They came with a song, America
They wouldn't stay long, America
We are America
God
clack, quick blast, in a flash
Whiplash from the kickback of the impact
Push yo shit back
As long as my head is intact
I'll be as political as I want
Yeah, uhhh
D. Steele on 'em, yeah
D. Steele on 'em, yeah
You see, it's bad enough that God's people are divided by man because of race
They're trying
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,
hide their diversity, & seek comparison
America
Praised by Red-necks, that drive diesel
Where Marlboro's allowed, but cannabis illegal
And even when
of tolerance and unity
We're killin' with impunity so get that money
Fuckin' America
Fuckin' America
Welcome to the land of closeted tomfoolery
We're dyin' by
embarrassing shit
Bunch of bitches posin' on some old Miss America shit
I was a wilder nigga back on my therapist shit
Moving careless as shit
In a city where
moves just a little too late
Unapologetic
We rise so the ancestors don’t regret it
And if the generation before us did drop the ball
We pick it back up by
Stuck in the Matrix where zombies fit to run on the wheel
Heart full of hatred bodies is piling up by the Steele
Planet earth how you do me so when I
Inspired by God so go ahead and take a look
They say this is America the land of the free
Got me walking in the spirit and His authority
Light of the world
Faithfully as G-O-D watchin over we
Created we so I satnd in my God Body
Hardly moved by those crews that try to charge me falsely
It won't be the first time
as the lords
Sip clubs and smoke purple, like we won the playoffs
[Hook: Buckshot]
No matter what you go through
We gonna stick gonna together
[Steele
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
we were, history i stand by the word
And i don't give a, i don't give a, i don't give a damn bout the jury
More knowledge i gain better' back out
quick to bust
P.N.C. take it back to the dust
Now I got fo' eyes to watch my back
Plus my own two make it a full six-pack
Now we bring the ruckas
real, now you got to pack steele
I got my deal, 0 for 1 record deal
And these stupid ass niggas said we couldn't come back
Hears to your facts, I hate set
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
Generation so soft
They act hard
Like Steele
Our elders so lost
They don’t know how to lead us
It’s time to fight back
Or you fighting against us
Took
diggin out backs
Run from the gun claps, run three laps
Perhaps, them niggas you sent to carjack
Buckshot got stopped in they tracks wit macs
Now this
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