Dear America (feat. The90z)
Sometimes I feel so alone
I would like to go but don't know where is home
The only home that I've known don't feel too much like home
I wish I knew where i'm from
But I know where i'm going, deep inside myself to find the strength to keep going
Think I'm all out of questions even the God they gave me couldn't make them accept me
I accept all my blessings, I expect the troubles that come along with my complexion
Because my mind is a weapon the FBI put cameras on me and label me an extremist
As if my life ain't extreme enough, as if being black in America ain't an extreme sport
The type of justice I need I can't get in court
Let's amend the constitution but ratify our morals first
Dear America
Dear America
This an open letter to you hope you hear me out
This an open letter to you hope you hear me out
Dear America
Dear America
This an open letter to you hope you hear me out
This an open letter to you hope you hear me out
They murdered Malcom, murdered Martin, murdered Huey
Murdered Fred Hampton ran Chesimard to Cuba
Polices shoot at everyone and everything except the white shooters
No room for era when you black
Trayvon Martin can show you that
Eric Garner can show you that
Sandra Bland can show you that
Tamir Rice can show you that
That list can go on and on but it ain't enough song
For years its been the same songs I wonder if we left y'all alone
Who would be the pawns, who would fill your prison rooms
Instead of prisons lets build schools though it may seem common sense
How bout paying teachers more instead of arming them with Guns
As i arm the youth for their future
I know its possible someone would want to take my future
The price you pay to be black, conscious and brave enough
To speak about injustices we go through everyday
Dear America
Dear America
This an open letter to you hope you hear me out
This an open letter to you hope you hear me out
Dear America
Dear America
This an open letter to you hope you hear me out
This an open letter to you hope you hear me out
My condolences to Parkland, wish the country had that same energy for Ferguson
Some i struggle with now is being marked by my conscious
Know I'm smart and intelligent enough to be doing something
God gave me Blakkk but still somehow i still had more questions
Scenarios made up in my mind where my intentions were questioned
I visit shows around the city watch the artist get busy
Check myself cause i'm human ask God to take way my envy
Are you discipline enough to turn yourself to Black Jesus
Not in the sense of being God but realizing you needed
To help and heal all your people, responsibilities given to myself by myself
What it look like in your mirror
Are you afraid of yourself
If you asking me I'll say nah but theres a conversation if we talking what I'll become
Least the perception of, picture me labeled militant
But what they think about now or ever never my biz
So with that piece of reasoning I'm breaking out all my chains
Most important one being right on top of my brain
At this moment i claim victory over all my fears
I've had special people tell me that i'm special myself
I never really understood how people look up to me
And people I look up to probably be thinking the same
Guess some things just meant to be and thats pain in itself
Tryna' understand but acceptance turn into bliss
Although my spirit is rich loves the ultimate wealth
Hope you receive this in good spirits and start loving yourself
And if you already do go start loving someone else
Because we all that we got all across the whole world
So dear America
Sexy America
Gracious America
Pretty ass America
Dear America
Dear America
This an open letter to you hope you hear me out
This an open letter to you hope you hear me out
Dear America
Dear America
This an open letter to you hope you hear me out
This an open letter to you hope you hear me out
Dear America
Dear America
Dear America, this an open letter to you hope you hear me out
This an open letter to you hope you hear me out
This an open letter to you hope you hear me out
This an open letter to you hope you hear me out
I would like to go but don't know where is home
The only home that I've known don't feel too much like home
I wish I knew where i'm from
But I know where i'm going, deep inside myself to find the strength to keep going
Think I'm all out of questions even the God they gave me couldn't make them accept me
I accept all my blessings, I expect the troubles that come along with my complexion
Because my mind is a weapon the FBI put cameras on me and label me an extremist
As if my life ain't extreme enough, as if being black in America ain't an extreme sport
The type of justice I need I can't get in court
Let's amend the constitution but ratify our morals first
Dear America
Dear America
This an open letter to you hope you hear me out
This an open letter to you hope you hear me out
Dear America
Dear America
This an open letter to you hope you hear me out
This an open letter to you hope you hear me out
They murdered Malcom, murdered Martin, murdered Huey
Murdered Fred Hampton ran Chesimard to Cuba
Polices shoot at everyone and everything except the white shooters
No room for era when you black
Trayvon Martin can show you that
Eric Garner can show you that
Sandra Bland can show you that
Tamir Rice can show you that
That list can go on and on but it ain't enough song
For years its been the same songs I wonder if we left y'all alone
Who would be the pawns, who would fill your prison rooms
Instead of prisons lets build schools though it may seem common sense
How bout paying teachers more instead of arming them with Guns
As i arm the youth for their future
I know its possible someone would want to take my future
The price you pay to be black, conscious and brave enough
To speak about injustices we go through everyday
Dear America
Dear America
This an open letter to you hope you hear me out
This an open letter to you hope you hear me out
Dear America
Dear America
This an open letter to you hope you hear me out
This an open letter to you hope you hear me out
My condolences to Parkland, wish the country had that same energy for Ferguson
Some i struggle with now is being marked by my conscious
Know I'm smart and intelligent enough to be doing something
God gave me Blakkk but still somehow i still had more questions
Scenarios made up in my mind where my intentions were questioned
I visit shows around the city watch the artist get busy
Check myself cause i'm human ask God to take way my envy
Are you discipline enough to turn yourself to Black Jesus
Not in the sense of being God but realizing you needed
To help and heal all your people, responsibilities given to myself by myself
What it look like in your mirror
Are you afraid of yourself
If you asking me I'll say nah but theres a conversation if we talking what I'll become
Least the perception of, picture me labeled militant
But what they think about now or ever never my biz
So with that piece of reasoning I'm breaking out all my chains
Most important one being right on top of my brain
At this moment i claim victory over all my fears
I've had special people tell me that i'm special myself
I never really understood how people look up to me
And people I look up to probably be thinking the same
Guess some things just meant to be and thats pain in itself
Tryna' understand but acceptance turn into bliss
Although my spirit is rich loves the ultimate wealth
Hope you receive this in good spirits and start loving yourself
And if you already do go start loving someone else
Because we all that we got all across the whole world
So dear America
Sexy America
Gracious America
Pretty ass America
Dear America
Dear America
This an open letter to you hope you hear me out
This an open letter to you hope you hear me out
Dear America
Dear America
This an open letter to you hope you hear me out
This an open letter to you hope you hear me out
Dear America
Dear America
Dear America, this an open letter to you hope you hear me out
This an open letter to you hope you hear me out
This an open letter to you hope you hear me out
This an open letter to you hope you hear me out
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Writer(s): Victor Hill
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