Terrance Moore - How Far We've Come lyrics

[Intro] This is our America Land of the young, home of the brave Free at spirit, free at heart sh** gets interesting after dark Nuveaux New Americana New Americana New Ameri- Rebel [Verse] Ain't it funny how that whip be k**ing n***as? Your main b**h shotgun to the whipping We went from wood yatchs to hood blocks Cramped quarters don't afford much That's why they push Glocks Blood on the cotton equals more bucks Rich men paying cops, daddy - war bucks Never knew your father that's your luck That's what they tell you, "it's just your luck" They put you through 12 years of hell, wouldn't give 4 f**s And when you do explode, that's when they'll say you're nuts In a social economic rut So "bad b**h", let me feel your bu*t For them dollars (comma) Dollars (comma) Plus lit marijuana From the Nile, to the Tigris, to Euphrates We ain't know that we was kings Played us twice, you'll never fade me again Made us degrade our own women Fade our own children Where that mentality come from how we stay in the wind? [Outro] Lord, God God It's kind of odd, they tell us How far we've come God Lord, God Still in that same boat we tried to run from...