American bornAmerican raisedAmerican made
[Chorus 2X]
My country shitted on me (My country)
She wants to get rid of me (Nawnever)
Cause the things I seen (We know too much)
Cause the things I seen (We seen too much)
[Verse 1 (Nas)]
It was packed on the Ryker s bus
The tight cuffs is holdin me shackled
The life of a thug caught in the devil s lap
On the streets I was invincible
Cowards would duck at a glimpse if they knew
What my pistol would doa in killa
Mothers of dope fiend embarrassin me
All in front of my friends
In the street smile with no teeth
I never knew daddyheard he had a 72 caddy
Died in a robberycan t remember himwas probably 3
Why didn t my folks just die in this society
Why wasn t I a child of a doctorwho left stocks for me
Two little brotherstwo sistersthem shortiez gots to eat
Mother s a junkieshe twistedso all they got is me
I m the providerwith goals to do much better than my father
Whether through drugs soldor holdin revolvers
Blurry visions of dad holdin me high
It comes to me slowlythe words he would cry
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse 2 (Millenium Thug)]
It is I that step up
Me that don t give a you that boldthen it s all over soldier
Hummers and Range s through the desert
a 20 yearslong as we got gas and we got water
Troopers lookin for manslaughter
I gotta get backfor what they owe
Shoot em in the back for the get back
Lead through shit baghold tie gag
Forget the life hadnow we all rebels
Everything burnt down includin the ghetto
We can see 4 miles the land its major rubble
And debris from the earth as we knew crumble
Yo you could see the sea
And the stars look closer to me
I m a mad manthis is a real life movie Mad Max
S-K sAK s maxABR s spittin and it ain t a rap
My mommy dearest pray for me hopin I come back
But yo
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse 3 (Nas + Millenium Thug)]
YoI m sittin behind these prison walls
I got this pen and pad wishin on a visitGod
Brothers is here for homicide and yoit s some for rape
Some brothers innocentI pray that I could just escape
How is the war
And yo I m wishin I was in your shoes
Holdin machine guns
Clean fun shootin ducks with fatigues on
Anywhere is better than this
It s America s plan every color of man inherits the shit
Yo I m startin to think it s all a schemenobody cares
I know the warden is readin the scribe
[MT] But yo I swearit s a billion dollar business
Courtslawyers and jails
We all slaves in this businessI m bout to rebel
[Verse 4 (Millenium Thug)]
There s not a bitch in sight
All block benchall block gates
All gray fencelook who ed it all upMr. President
I remember yesterday we was on the block gettin bent
Now it s state of the art
I just saw the first dude I met herehis head came apart
What a bloody messa slug fest
I just buried 8 of mineat night I hear grown men cryin
You know I m spittin mine
I ain t goin out herewe gotta win
Everytime I hear the wind I think a slug went in
I m checkin my chestholdin my head
Catchin my breathwatchin my back
Smokin this grassbeatin thinkin of ass
I don t know what they broadcastthe news hash is fake
Everyday I m feelin like youI wanna escape
And if y all niggas feelin like mey all niggas just say
[Repeat Chorus]
[Nas talking...]

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