America lyrics

Artist  : Trick Daddy 
Song : America



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[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)