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Trick Daddy Book Of Thugs: Chapter A.K., Verse 47 America (feat. Society) [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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