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American born, American raised, American made My country shitted on me She wants to get rid of me 'Cause the things I seen 'Cause the things I seen My country shitted on me She wants to get rid of me 'Cause the things I seen 'Cause the things I seen Hey it was packed on the Ryker's bus The tightest cuffs is holdin' me shackled The life of a thug caught in the Devil's Lasso On the streets I was invincible Cowards would duck at a glimpse if they knew What my pistol would do, a fuckin' killa Mothers of dope fiend embarrassin' me All in front of my friends In the street smile with no teeth I never knew daddy, heard he had a seventy-two Caddy Died in a robbery, can't remember him, was probably three 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 shorty's goats 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 drugs sold, or holdin' revolvers Blurry visions of dad holdin' me high It comes to me slowly, the words he would cry My country shitted on me She wants to get rid of me 'Cause the things I seen 'Cause the things I seen My country shitted on me She wants to get rid of me 'Cause the things I seen 'Cause the things I seen It is I that step up, me that don't give a fuck You that bold, then it's all over soldier Hummers and range's through the desert Fuck a twenty inch, long as we got gas an' 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 shit bag, hold tie gag Forget the life had, now we all rebels Everything burnt down includin' the ghetto We can see for 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, A.K's max,,A.B.R's spittin' and it ain't a rap My mommy dearest pray for me hopin' I come back but yo My country shitted on me She wants to get rid of me 'Cause the things I seen 'Cause the things I seen My country shitted on me She wants to get rid of me 'Cause the things I seen 'Cause the things I seen 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 shit Yo I'm startin' to think it's all a scheme, nobody cares I know the warden is readin' the scribe but yo I swear It's a billion dollar business, courts, lawyers and jails We all slaves in this system, I'm 'bout to rebel There's not a bitch in sight, all black bench, all black gate All gray fence, look who fucked 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 eight of mine, at night I hear grown man 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 grass, beatin' my dick, thinkin' of ass I don't know what they broadcast, the news flash is fake Everyday I'm feelin' like you, I wanna escape And if y'all niggas feelin' like me, y'all niggas just say My country shitted on me She wants to get rid of me 'Cause the things I seen 'Cause the things I seen My country shitted on me She wants to get rid of me 'Cause the things I seen 'Cause the things I seen This goes out to Chek Reveira Revolutionary destroyed by his own country Just tryin' to fight for what's real This goes out my nigga, Malcolm How hard relates to bads Just tryin' to fight for what's real This goes out to Moin All about the peace An' destroyed by his own country This goes out to everybody in the whole world Just tryin' to fight for what's real To Patrice La Mumba Just tryin' to fight for what's real Destroyed by his own people This goes out to my hood niggas Comin' up everyday just tryin' to survive The only way we know how But see we know too much now And we seen too much now So ain't no goes travellin' tonight My country, my country