Letra de 'America' de Trick Daddy

Huh,
'posed to be
Land of the free
I don't see how
Count me in
Uh
Amerika
Oh
Amerika
Ha-ha-ha
Amerika, amerika
Sweet land of liberty ya'll

I'm doin this one for the...struggle
And every bad doinbrotha
Sista,daddy & motha
Who livin in the gutta
You want
Betta cars
A betta heart
Another start
Ya own yard
And a place to park
You wanna
Truck and ri(ride)
And a betta li(life)
A bigga crib
And a home cooked meal
Every single night
Hell feel what you
Goin through
But I coulda warned ya
When it's time to be a man
Do all u can
See otha lands
And don't be livin for
The otha man
Take time out and settle in
Be the betta man
And closely
Watch ur friends
And then
You'll understand
A lil betta then
But on the otha hand
You so God damn stubboran (stubborn)
And you be startin shit
And ever since you
Made president
We ain't even seen you since
You need to (you need to)
Visit our schools
Rebuild our church and home
Stop killin my own kind
And leave my earth alone
And stop tappin my phone
And searchin my broand keep your personal feelinsat home
When you bendin my chrome
Do it fo the
Weak and the strong
And to each his own
We do it for the main goal
So when all the..heat is gone

[chorus]
This game wasn't told to me (told to me)
It was sold to me (sold to me)
And we were never free (no!)
No way
Not in america (not amerika)
Not amerika (not in amerika uh huh)
Our country tis of thee (tis of thee)
Land of liberty (liberty)
But that'll never be (neva be-no)
No way, not in amerika
-uh uh not this amerika-
Not in amerika (no)

[society]
You only got 2 bucks and you give less then a fuck -- then you a nigga
Got a nice home and a lexus truck -- you a nigga
World champions and you mvp -- you a nigga
4 degrees and a ph. d -- still a nigga
To use ur platinum card you need 4 i.d.'s -- then you's a nigga
If ur skin is brown just like me -- then you a nigga
Got a promotion and a fat ass raise -- you still a nigga
You from the islands and ur peoples wasn't slaves -- you a nigga
No mattah how much yo ass get paid -- you still a nigga
Shot by the cops at a traffic stop -- cuz u a nigga
That's why I hold toast too
I sell bi-coastal
International
They inter-cathchin you with stellite so in deep space
Now...who invented niggaz in the first place?
And said amerika is the original birth place?
Who gettin 10, 20 , life on they first case?
-my niggaz-

[chorus]

I'm doin this one for the
Kids in the street
Who ain't missed a beat
I do it for the
Deaf and the blind
And those who don't eat meat
Do it for all
The chil'ren of 'da corn
And the unborn
Do it for the speedy trials
And all the lies you done sworn
How you gon keep the man
Mr. crooked ass preacha man?
When your whole congregation
Drivin a brand new benz
And writin..brand new sins
Lyinon a million men
And all my brothas, sistas,them daddy's and them doin time in the pin

[chorus 2x as fading out]