Yeah
Uh
Uh
I was made in America
Land of the free home of the brave
And right up under your nose
You might see a sex slave being traded
And would do anything for the money Boy,
mama might sell her baits
Sell porn, sell pills Anything to pay the bills
Anything to bring that paint Gotta scratch that itch
Gotta scratch them tics Ain't rich,
but I might be
And I'ma shoot these flicks I'ma turn these tricks
Anything for a slight fee Yeah, made in America
Mama told me that I belong here Had to earn our stripes
Had to learn our rights Had to fight for a home here
But I wouldn't know a thing about that All I know is drugs and rap
I probably could have been some kind of doctor
Instead of holding guns and crack
I was born in the mainland
Great grandpa from a strange land He
was stripped away and given bricks to
lay I guess you could say he a slave head
But I was made in America So I don't know a thing about that
All I know is Uncle Sam looking for me
Working on his corner so I know I gotta pay
tax Getting paid in America
I was raised in America And this is all I ever known
If I'm wrong then you better come save me,
America
Welcome to America Welcome to America
Welcome to America Welcome to America
Welcome
to America Man, I died for America
I served my time for America Got shot, shot back
Went to war,
got back And ain't nobody give a jack in America
I could have lost my life Why I lost my wife
I can't even get bright in my homeland Cold sweats,
whole text,
paranoid
Looking out for a threat in my own land I was trained in America
How'd I get up in them planes in
America Flew right into the buildings
Taking out civilians People getting killed in America
And I'm still in America Though America ain't feeling me
I went to war for this country Turn around,
came home,
and you drilling me?
When y'all free here Saying you don't wanna be here
Boy,
you probably couldn't breathe here If
I didn't load a couple magazines here
Y'all just complaining in America I'm
jumping out of military planes from America
Hey,
I was made in America That's why I'm out here saving America
I got a brother in the cemetery now Cause he wanted y'all safe
And everybody want the freedom But nobody wanna hear about face
We bled for America To keep y'all fed in America
But what's the point of talking?
A lot of y'all don't really even care, America
Welcome to America
Welcome to America
Welcome to America
Welcome to America
Welcome to America
Uh,
I wish I lived in America
Wanna raise my kids in America
Heard everybody rich,
all I gotta do is run,
jump,
kick
I'm a hit in your area
So please pick me, America
I know you probably never loved me
You never hear about me on the news
And you probably never been to my country
I hear you're still in education
And got clothes that you throw away
Got plenty food in your nation
I can tell cause a lot of y'all are all the way
I already work for y'all
I'm in the sweatshops making these shirts for y'all
Now I ain't getting money, go to bed hungry
But I make some exports for y'all
But y'all don't know a thing about that
You was made in America I'm trying to find me a ticket where the sky
is the limit Catch a plane to America
It should be plane to America Y'all blessed and you got it made
Heard y'all don't pray no more Y'all ain't say no more
Y'all looking for another way Well I hope it ain't true
But I'm packing my suit Farewell to my motherland
Said bye to my loved ones Fate, here I come
I'm going to another land
I done made it to America
I'm amazed at America But I couldn't get approval
to stay so they sent me away from America