America, God bless you if it's good to ya America, please take my hand Can you help me understand? Newcombo Kenny! Throw a steak off the ark to a pool full of sharks, he'll take it Leave him in the wilderness with a sworn nemesis, he'll make it Take the gratitude from him, I bet he'll show you something I chip a n***a a little bit of nothing I chip a n***a then throw the n***a in his lap, walk myself to the court like b***h I did that, X-rated Johnny don't wanna go to school no more, no more Johnny said books ain't cool no more Johnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousin, Johnny caught a body yesterday out hustlin' God bless America, you know we all love him Yesterday I got a call like from my dog, like one on one Said they killed his only son because of insufficient funds He was sobbing, he was mobbing, white religion and drunk Talking out his head, philosophin' on what the Lord had done He said, kid, I can't you pray for me, it been a f***in' day for me I know that you anointed, show me how to overcome He was looking for some closure, hoping I can bring him closer to the spiritual My spirit do no better, but I told him I can sugarcoat the answer for you This is how I feel, if somebody killed my son, that means somebody can Tell me what you do for love, loyalty and passion of All the memories collected, moments you can never touch I wait in front of a f***in' spot and watch him hit his block I catch a n***a leaving service if that's all I got I chip a n***a then throw the f*** in his lap Walk myself to the court like, b***h, I did that Ain't no black power when your baby killed by a coward I can't even keep the peace, don't you f*** up one of ours It be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hour Ghetto burglary on the street, paramedics on the dial Let somebody touch my mama, touch my sister, touch my woman Touch my daddy, touch my niece, touch my nephew, touch my brother You should chip a n***a then throw the f*** in his lap Matter fact, I'm bout to speak at this convention, call you back Alright kids, we gon' talk about gun control Pray for me Damn It's not a place This country is To me a sound Of drum and bass You close your eyes to a cool rap Hail Mary Jesus and Joseph The great American flag Is wrapped in drag with explosives Compulsive disorder Sons and daughters Barricaded blacks in borders Look what you taught us It's murder on my street, your street, back streets, Wall Street Corporate offices, banks, employees and bosses with Homicidal thoughts, Donald Trump's in office We lost Barack and promised to never doubt him again But is America honest or do we bask in sin? Pass the chin I mix it with American blood Then bash your men You crippin' or you married to blood? I'll ask again Oops, accident It's nasty when You set us up, then roll the dice, then bed us up You overnight the big rifles, then tell Fox to be scared of us Gang members will tear us, etc, etc America's reflections of me That's what America does It's not a place This country is To me a sound Of drum and bass You close your eyes to a cool