Amerika

(الألبوم: Thugs Are Us - 2001)

[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 doing brotha
Sista, daddy and mother
Who living in the gutter
You want better cars
And a better heart
Another start
Yo' own yard
And a place to park
You want a trusting wife
And a better life' (life)
A bigger crib
And a home cooked meal
Every single night
Hell, I feel with you going through
But I coulda warned you
When its time to be a man
Do all you can
See other lands
And don't be living for the other man
Take time out and settle in
Be the better man
And closely: watch your friends
And then
You'll understand
A lil' better then
But on the other hand
You so god damn "stubbor-an"
And you be
Starting shit
And ever since you made president
We ain't even seen you since
You need to (You need to)
Visit our schools
Rebuild our church and homes
Stop killing my own kind
And leave my Earth alone
And stop tapping my phone
And searching my brone
And keep your personal feelings home
When you banding 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
To use your platinum card you need four 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 was inslaves 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 niggas in the first place?
And said America is the original birthplace?
Who getting 10 20 Life on they first case?
My niggas

[Chorus]

[Trick Daddy:]
I'm doing 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 preaching man
When your whole congregation driving a brand new Benz
And writing brand new sins
Lying on a million men
And all my brothers, sisters, them daddys, and them doing time in the Penn, again
America

[Chorus repeats until fade]