Nashawn - My Country lyrics

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Nashawn - My Country lyrics

American born, American raised, American made [Hook 2X] My country sh**ted on me (My country) She wants to get rid of me (Naw, never) Cause the things I seen (We know too much) Cause the things I seen (We seen too much) [Verse 1] (Nas) Aiyyo, it's packed on this Rikers bus The tightest cuffs is holdin' me shackled The life of a thug caught in the devil's la**o On the streets I was invincible Cowards would duck at a glimpse if they knew What my pistol would do, a f**in' k**a Mother's a dopefiend embarra**in' me All in front of my friends In the street smile with no teeth I never knew daddy, heard he had a 72 caddy Died in a robbery, can't remember him, was probably 3 Why didn't my folks just die in this society Why wasn't I a child of a doctor, who left stocks for me Two little brothers, two sisters, them shorties gots to eat Mother's a junkie, she twisted, so all they got is me I'm the provider, with goals to do much better than my father Whether through d** sold, or holdin' revolvers Blurry visions of dad holdin' me high It comes to me slowly, the words he would cry Repeat Chorus [Verse 2] (Millenium Thug) It is I that step up Me that don't give a f**, you that foe, then it's all over soldier Hummers and Range's through the desert f** a 20-inch, long as we got gas and we got water Troopers lookin' for manslaughter I gotta get back, for what they owe Shoot'em in the back for the get back Lead through sh** bag, hold tie gag Forget the life had, now 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 man, this is a real life movie Mad Max S-K's, AK's max, ABR'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) Yo, I'm sittin' behind these prison walls I got this pen and pad wishin' on a visit, God Brothers is here for homicide and yo, it's some for rape Some brothers innocent, I 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' dudes with fatigues on Anywhere is better than this It's America's plan every color of man inherits the sh** Yo I'm startin to think it's all a scheme, nobody cares I know the warden is readin' the scribe [MT] But yo I swear, it's a billion dollar business Courts, lawyers and jails We all slaves in the system, I'm bout to rebel [Verse 4] (Millenium Thug) There's not a b**h in sight Or block bench, or black gate Or gray fence, look who f**ed it all up, Mr. 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 here, his head came apart What a bloody mess, a slug fest I just buried 8 of mine, at night I hear grown men cryin' You know I'm spittin' mine I ain't goin' out here, we gotta win Everytime I hear the wind I think a slug went in I'm checkin' my chest, holdin' my head Catchin' my breath, watchin' my back Smokin' this gra**, beatin' my dick, thinkin' of a** I don't know what they broadcast, the newsflash is fake Everyday I'm feelin' like you, I wanna escape And if y'all n***as feelin' like me, y'all n***as just say Repeat Chorus [Nas] This goes out to Che Guevara; A Revolutionary destroyed by his country Just trying to fight for what's real This goes out to my n***a Malcolm El-Hajj Malik Shabazz Just trying to fight for what's real This goes out to Martin, all about peace and destroyed by his own country This goes out to everybody in the whole world Just trying to fight for what's real To Patrice Lumumba; Just trying to fight for what's real and destroyed by his own people This goes out to my hood n***as Coming up everyday just trying to survive the only way we know how But see we know too much now, and we seen too much now So ain't nothing gon' to stop us now To my country, to my country, my country, my country...

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