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Young America

Yeah, I was on that corner, get my coins up
Coppers run up on us and we turn to Jackie
White man a black man, they never report us
Black man a white man, they gon' start a war up
Mama she was sour, on the Absolut
Young niggas brainwashed, just wanna rap and hoop
Could've a lawyer until they came and shackled you
Felons on your records so them jobs ain't gettin' at you
Them kids eat yet, so you can't even sleep yet
That's the thing we ever saw, we repeat that
They was playing ball, him hard, said I'd be back
day, threw his life away, soon as he clapped
Gave that boy a sentence, made his momma relapse
Damn, don't understand
Comin' from the bottom, it's so hard to a plan
Know them kids beefin', they let it get out of
OGs told 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
five times a day, prostration on his head
Screamin' isha Lord that he don't make it to the
Caught up in the system, visit from his
Talkin' 'bout all niggas, how they ain't even with him
Said they would ride or die, but it even in 'em
Always on the 'Gram, but hey ain't sendin' pictures
Never when you call, but answer for them bitches
Got you thinking twice, damn I should've been a
my business, just telling my story
All guns, no glory, going on before me
We slaves in the '40s, slaves in the present
No toys for Christmas, get us no presents
Only made us evil, us hungry, made us desperate
in the 9th grade, he got a Smith and Wesson
Grew up with the goons, now he protection
He dropped school, then he got arrested
Lord with a blessing, I just he learned his lesson
They told us, if we go to jail, we would be
They told us, if we make a sale, we would run a in
Threw a out in that field, and got intercepted
He stumbled, he fumbled, y'all 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 said stop bitching nigga, no skirts
It's kinda crazy there's another world on the other side of
Pastor rollin' up in that
Pullin' up in that Holy
Preaching, while niggas dying by the code
The destruction, the
The obstruction of my
My prayers, my
never be the same

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