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

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

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