Dear America,
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I'm only what you made me, young, black, and fuckin' crazy
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Please save me
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I'm dyin' inside, can't you see it in my eyes?
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I'm hopeless, and fearless on the outside, gun on my side
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Shit, Maby if yall niggas build schools instead of prison, maybe I'll stop
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livin' the way I'm livin', probably not.
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I'm so used to servin' rocks and burnin' blocks, I ain't never gonna stop.
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Been doin' this shit all my life, I'm a lost cause,
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And what about the rest? Don't them suckers deserve a chance? Somethin'
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better then shoot-outs, liquor stores and food stamps? Maybe if y'all teach
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them niggas a craft an' a trade, they wouldn't have to play that corner, know
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what i mean? Servin' that yay
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America, you got a fuckin' problem, an I ain't never goin' away
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There's about 20 million other mutha fuckers just like me, preperattions is
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through, y'all gonna pay
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Dear America (Intro)
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| Shyne |
