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Nas - My Country lyrics
(feat. Millenium Thug)American born, American raised, American made [Chorus 2X] My country shitted 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)] 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 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 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 shortiez 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 drugs 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 fuck, you that bold, then it's all over soldier Hummers and Range's through the desert Fuck a 20 years, 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 shit 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' 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 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 this business, I'm bout to rebel [Verse 4 (Millenium Thug)] There's not a bitch in sight All block bench, all block gates 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 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 grass, beatin' my dick, thinkin' of ass I don't know what they broadcast, the news hash is fake Everyday I'm feelin' like you, I wanna escape And if y'all niggas feelin' like me, y'all niggas just say [Repeat Chorus] [Nas talking...] |
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