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Home In America

 

Home In America


It's getting late, man, I wanna go home
Ain't no time for debate, man, I wanna go home
My mind's in a state, man, I wanna go home
I'm feeling closed in and I wanna go roam

Through the cotton fields and tobacco plants
Got a fire burning in me like a jack-o'-lant
Turn... and look over your shoulders honey
My group is looking at you like you owe them money
Reparations... conversations
Damn 40 Acres takes a lotta patience
Land of the free, home of the brave
Blood of the child, soul of the slave
Strange fruit hanging from the pop-a-lar
Screams so loud it's like he's sanging in the opera
He wasn't guilty of the crime when they locked him up
Damn shame he coulda been a doctor bruh
Shoulda coulda woulda but the fact remains
You'll always be a threat when ya black with brains
They rather see it on the pavement
This is mental enslavement (Listen to me)

It's getting late, man, I wanna go home
Ain't no time for debate, man, I wanna go home
My mind's in a state, man, I wanna go home
I'm feeling closed in and I wanna go roam

Through the Capitol with a buncha guys
Long guns on our shoulders and a bunch of knives
If the Capitol Police come to tame the black beast
How much you wanna bet we lose a bunch of lives?
Is this democracy or hypocrisy?
It ain't justice for all as far as I can see
Justice for some a proud boy clutching his gun
Is less threatening than a black man in Touch with his son
It's sad... cause they look at me and they see a threat
And it just grows like the mold on a Chia Pet
And it's all by design do you see it yet?
I could fight for this land I could be a vet
It wouldn't matter one bit in the scheme of things
My equality was drowned in a sea of dreams
Land of the the free, home of the slave
Screams of a child, blood on a grave (It's too late)

Home is a place to feel safe and sound
Shouldn't feel like the world's tryna take ya down
When a kid screams out why I gotta be in the hood
Like a tree in the woods does it make a sound?
It's the place where Justice lives
For every man, every woman what they musta did
Was take the welcome mat and put a torch to it
Like a house without a porch to it I can't go home

I wanna go home
I wanna go home
I wanna go home
I wanna go home
I wanna go home
I wanna go roam

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