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Young America
Young America
Young black
Young America
Young black
black America

Yeah, I was on that corner, get my coins up
Coppers run up on us and we turn to Joyner
man kill a black man, they never report us
Black man kill a white man, gon' start a war up
she was sour, sippin' on the Absolut
Young brainwashed, they just wanna rap and hoop
Could've been a lawyer until they and shackled you
Felons on your records so them jobs gettin' back at you
Them kids eat yet, so you can't even sleep yet
That's the only thing we saw, we repeat that
They was playing ball, fouled him hard, I'd be back
day, threw his life away, soon as he clapped
Gave boy a life sentence, made his momma relapse
Damn, they understand
Comin' from the bottom, it's so hard to a plan
Know them kids beefin', let it get out of hand
OGs never us nothin' in advance
Young niggas young niggas, shit is like the Klan, I said
Told my nigga, "You the man," I said
You don't wanna end up my man Ahmed
Praying five times a day, on his head
Screamin' isha that he don't make it to the feds
Caught up in the system, visit from his
'bout all these niggas, how they ain't even with him
Said they ride or die, but it ain't even in 'em
Always on the 'Gram, but hey ain't sendin' pictures
Never answer when you call, but answer for them
Got you thinking twice, damn I been a witness
my business, just telling my story
All guns, no glory, been going on me
We in the '40s, still slaves in the present
No toys for Christmas, ain't get us no
Only made us evil, made us hungry, made us
Youngin' in the 9th grade, he got a Smith and
Grew up the goons, now he need protection
He dropped outta school, he got arrested
with a blessing, I just hope he learned his lesson
They told us, if we go to jail, we be respected
They told us, if we make a sale, we run a check in
Threw a rock out in field, and got intercepted
He stumbled, he fumbled, y'all niggas just
They you to hustle, them niggas don't love you

black American, (na na)
Wanna live the fairer skin, (na na)
to the paradigm, (na na)
Occupied on Marilyn, (na na)
The prophecies of the wild nigga, no
My uncles stop bitching nigga, no skirts
It's kinda crazy another world on the other side of town
Pastor rollin' up in that
Pullin' up in that Holy
Preaching, while niggas by the Bible code
The destruction, the
The of my faith
My prayers, my
never be the same

Young America
black America
Young black
Young America
Young black
Young America
Young America
Young black
black America
Young black
black America