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Yeah, I was on that corner, tryna get my up
Coppers run up on us and we to Jackie Joyner
White man kill a black man, they never us
Black man kill a 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
Them kids ain't eat yet, so you even sleep yet
That's the only thing we saw, we repeat that
was playing ball, fouled him hard, said I'd be back
Broad day, threw his away, soon as he clapped
Gave that boy a life sentence, made his relapse
Damn, they don't
Comin' from the bottom, it's so hard to make a
Know them kids beefin', they let it get out of
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 like my man
Praying five times a day, prostration on his
Screamin' isha Lord he don't make it to the feds
up in the system, visit from 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 on the 'Gram, but hey ain't sendin' pictures
Never answer when you call, but answer for bitches
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 for Christmas, ain't 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 the goons, now he need protection
He dropped outta school, he got arrested
Lord a blessing, I just hope he learned his lesson
told us, if we go to jail, we would 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 just rumble
They told you to hustle, them don't love you

black American, (na na)
Wanna like 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
It's kinda crazy there's another world on the side of town
rollin' up in that Rolls
Pullin' up in that Ghost
Preaching, niggas dying by the Bible code
The destruction, the
The obstruction of my
My prayers, my
Will never be the

Young America
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Young America
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