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 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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