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Yeah, I was on that corner, tryna get my up
Coppers run up on us and we turn to Joyner
White man kill a black man, they report us
Black man a white man, they gon' start a war up
Mama she was sour, sippin' on the
Young niggas brainwashed, just wanna rap and hoop
been a lawyer until they came and shackled you
Felons on your records so them jobs gettin' back at you
kids ain't eat yet, so you can't even sleep yet
That's the only thing we ever saw, we repeat
was playing ball, fouled him hard, said I'd be back
Broad day, his life away, soon as he clapped
Gave that boy a life sentence, his momma relapse
Damn, they don't
Comin' from the bottom, it's so hard to a plan
Know kids beefin', they let it get out of hand
OGs never told us nothin' in
Young killing young niggas, shit is like the Klan, I said
Told my young nigga, "You the man," I
You don't wanna end up my man Ahmed
five times a day, prostration on his head
Screamin' isha Lord he don't make it to the feds
Caught up in the system, visit his sister
Talkin' all these niggas, how they ain't even with him
Said they would ride or die, but it even in 'em
Always postin' on the 'Gram, but hey ain't pictures
Never answer when you call, but answer for bitches
Got you thinking twice, I should've been a witness
Dismantle my business, just telling my
All guns, no glory, going on before me
We in the '40s, still slaves in the present
No for Christmas, ain't get us no presents
Only made us evil, us hungry, made us desperate
Youngin' in the 9th grade, he got a Smith and
Grew up with the goons, now he protection
He dropped school, then 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 a sale, we would run a check in
a rock out in that field, and got intercepted
He stumbled, he fumbled, y'all just rumble
They told you to hustle, them niggas 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 nigga, no church
My uncles said stop nigga, no skirts
It's kinda crazy there's another world on the side of town
rollin' up in that Rolls
Pullin' up in that Holy
Preaching, while niggas dying by the code
The destruction, the
The obstruction of my
My prayers, my
Will be the same

Young America
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Young America
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Young America
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