Текст песни Nas - My Country
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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 busThe tight cuffs is holdin` me shackledThe life of a thug caught in the devil`s lapOn the streets I was invincibleCowards would duck at a glimpse if they knewWhat my pistol would do, a fuckin` killaMothers of dope fiend embarrassin` meAll in front of my friendsIn the street smile with no teethI never knew daddy, heard he had a 72 caddyDied in a robbery, can`t remember him, was probably 3Why didn`t my folks just die in this societyWhy wasn`t I a child of a doctor, who left stocks for meTwo little brothers, two sisters, them shortiez gots to eatMother`s a junkie, she twisted, so all they got is meI`m the provider, with goals to do much better than my fatherWhether through drugs sold, or holdin` revolversBlurry visions of dad holdin` me highIt comes to me slowly, the words he would cry[Repeat Chorus][Verse 2 (Millenium Thug)]It is I that step upMe that don`t give a fuck, you that bold, then it`s all over soldierHummers and Range`s through the desertFuck a 20 years, long as we got gas and we got waterTroopers lookin` for manslaughterI gotta get back, for what they oweShoot`em in the back for the get backLead through shit bag, hold tie gagForget the life had, now we all rebelsEverything burnt down includin` the ghettoWe can see 4 miles the land its major rubbleAnd debris from the earth as we knew crumbleYo you could see the seaAnd the stars look closer to meI`m a mad man, this is a real life movie Mad MaxS-K`s, AK`s max, ABR`s spittin` and it ain`t a rapMy mommy dearest pray for me hopin` I come backBut yo[Repeat Chorus][Verse 3 (Nas + Millenium Thug)]Yo, I`m sittin` behind these prison wallsI got this pen and pad wishin` on a visit, GodBrothers is here for homicide and yo, it`s some for rapeSome brothers innocent, I pray that I could just escapeHow is the warAnd yo I`m wishin` I was in your shoesHoldin` machine gunsClean fun shootin` ducks with fatigues onAnywhere is better than thisIt`s America`s plan every color of man inherits the shitYo I`m startin to think it`s all a scheme, nobody caresI know the warden is readin` the scribe[MT] But yo I swear, it`s a billion dollar businessCourts, lawyers and jailsWe all slaves in this business, I`m bout to rebel[Verse 4 (Millenium Thug)]There`s not a bitch in sightAll block bench, all block gatesAll gray fence, look who fucked it all up, Mr. PresidentI remember yesterday we was on the block gettin` bentNow it`s state of the artI just saw the first dude I met here, his head came apartWhat a bloody mess, a slug festI just buried 8 of mine, at night I hear grown men cryin`You know I`m spittin` mineI ain`t goin` out here, we gotta winEverytime I hear the wind I think a slug went inI`m checkin` my chest, holdin` my headCatchin` my breath, watchin` my backSmokin` this grass, beatin` my dick, thinkin` of assI don`t know what they broadcast, the news hash is fakeEveryday I`m feelin` like you, I wanna escapeAnd if y`all niggas feelin` like me, y`all niggas just say[Repeat Chorus][Nas talking...]