Lawjq - America's Nightmare

America! tell me why I feel like this
Tell me why we gotta hustle cause' ya' jobs aint shxt
Tell me why you stopping us from smoking the piff
When that's the only way to tune out ya shxt
America aint shxt!
What the fxck you want from us
You are not what you claim
Got us thinking we chasing bags, we really running From pain
Tryna' maintain smoking piff, while we walk in your lane
You aint acknowledging this
All my re3els Sick and tired of ya' shxt
We assembled for this
Y’all behind gold doors, while we struggle for more
Living at the bottom, boy you gotta be raw, living in gore
Full of war, seeing blood shed at age nine, dog
Aye Listen, ah young re3el been on the grind was robbing at age nine
I had an audible, change the form of the mind, re-arrange my design
Waste a lot of time playing in their battle -Field
Hopped up in the field single digits, had to learn to drill
Didn’t wanna die young I know how Roddy Rich Feel
Red lined ah nigga, America had me toatin' these triggas
Lost n*ggas was tryna sleep on the arm right
But never needed both to let the blade dance on they wind pipe
I Took ah couple L’s but never seen me ran from ah fight
Only kick facts aint no exposing ah re3el life
Yeah I had Ah click, but did most of my dirt alone
I take all of that back, aint no dry snitching in the throne
We home
America, I see ah bunch of lies on ya' map
Columbus aint find shxt, Natives told me bout' that
If ya country is so Great
Then why it feel like ah trap
I see we got a lot of bills, that ya jobs can’t match
Even if we graduate you Spit some debt in our face
It's time to put you in place, my nxggaz is really royal, but we fight to be equal
Our Black is beautiful, but you labeled it evil
You await for the sequel
We survived through ya prequel, now we exposing ya evil
You've been snatching our Dollars that's why we really beneath you
And tell the truth
Why you don’t like my skin
But whenever my culture Litty, you be tryna slide-in
And i don’t wanna protest, that's gone come to ah stop
And why we always getting shot From ya fat ass cops!
Ya'll aint gone like me, I'll tell ya that off top
And imma keep spitting facts, until we all off the block
We Home!

Written by:
JONTAI QUAVON MCCLAIN

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