America Lyrics by Trick Daddy

America Lyrics

    [Trick Daddy]
    '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

    I'm doing this one for the struggle
    And every bad doin' brotha
    Sista, daddy and mother
    Who livin' in the gutter
    You want
    Better cars
    And a better heart
    Another start
    Yo' own yard
    And a place to park
    You wanna
    Trust 'em ??
    And a better li' (life)
    A bigger crib
    And a home cooked meal
    Every single night
    He'll feel with you
    Goin' through
    But I coulda warned you
    When its time to be a man
    Do all you can
    See other lands
    And don't be livin' for the other man
    Take time out and settle in
    Be the better man
    And close ? watch your friends
    And then
    You'll understand
    A lil' better then
    But on the other hand
    You so god damn stubboran
    And you be
    Startin' shit
    And ever since you made president
    We ain't even seen you since
    You need to (You need to)
    Fill our schools
    Rebuild our church and homes
    Stop killin' my own kind
    And leave my Earth alone
    And stop tappin' my phone
    And searchin' my brone
    And keep your personal feelings home
    When you bandin' my chrome
    Do it for the
    Weak and the strong
    And to each his own
    We do it for the main goal
    So when all the heat is gone

    [Chorus]
    This game wasn't told to me (Told to me)
    It was sold to me (Sold to me)
    And we are never free (No!)
    No way
    Not in America (Not America)
    Not America (Not in America uh-uh)
    Our country 'tis of thee ('tis of thee)
    Land of Liberty (Liberty)
    But that'll never be (Never Be - NO!)
    No way
    Not in America (uh-uh Not in this America)
    Not in America (No)

    [Society]
    You only got 2 bucks and give less than a fuck -- then you a nigga
    Got a nice home and a Lexus truck -- you a nigga
    World champions and you M.V.P -- you a nigga
    4 degrees and a Ph.D -- still a nigga
    You use your platinum ?? for ID's -- then you's a nigga
    If your skin is brown just like me -- then you a nigga
    Got a promotion and a FAT ass raise -- you still a nigga
    You from the islands and your peoples wasn't slaves -- you a nigga
    No matter how much your ass get paid -- you still a nigga
    Shot by the cops at a traffic stop -- cause you a nigga
    That's why I hold toast too
    I sell bi-coastal
    International
    They inter-catching you with satellites in deep space
    Now...Who invented niggaz in the first place?
    And said America is the original birthplace?
    Who gettin' 10 - 20 - Life on they first case?
    My niggaz

    [Chorus]

    [Trick Daddy]
    I'm doin' this one for the
    Kids in the streets
    Who ain't missed a beat
    Do it for the
    Deaf and the blind
    And those who don't eat meat
    Do it for all the
    Children of the corn
    And the unborn
    Do it for the speedy trials
    And all the lies you done sworn
    How you gon' keep the man
    Old Mr. Crooked ass preachin' man
    When your whole congregation drivin' a brand new Benz
    And writing brand new sins
    Lyin' on a million men
    And all my brothers, sisters, them daddys, and them doin' time in the Penn

    [Chorus repeated till end]

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