My Country (Clean)
Yo
They ain't forgettin'
You know what I'm saying?
They ain't forgettin' nothin' mehn
Men, women, children
By the police
They ain't gon' forget that mehn you know what I mean?
So, what this war just show me is like
"Whatever you want out of life, whatever you feel is yours"
"Go out and take it even if that means blood and death"
You know that's what I was raised up on
That's what this country is about
This is, this is what my country is
And my country is a mo-
American born
American raised (thug city, nigga)
American made
My country, my bitch (my country)
She wants to get rid of me (nah, never)
'Cause the things I seen (we know too much)
'Cause the things I seen (we seen too much)
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)
Ayo, it's packed on this Rikers bus
The tightest cuffs is holdin' me shackled
The life of a thug caught in the devil's lasso
On the streets I was invincible
Cowards would duck at a glimpse if they knew
What my - would do, a -
Mother's a - 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 three
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 shorties 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 -sold, or holdin' -
Blurry visions of dad holdin' me high
It comes to me slowly, the words he would cry
My country, my bitch (my country)
She wants to get rid of me (nah, never)
'Cause the things I seen (we know too much)
'Cause the things I seen (we seen too much)
My country, my bitch (my country)
She wants to get rid of me (nah, never)
'Cause the things I seen (we know too much)
'Cause the things I seen (we seen too much)
It is I that step up
Me that don't give a -, you that foe, then it's all over soldier
Hummers and Range's through the desert - a 20-inch
Long as we got gas and we got water
Troopers lookin' for manslaughter
I gotta get back, for what they owe
- 'em in the back for the get back
Lead through- bag, hold tie gag
Forget the life had, now we all rebels
Everything burnt down includin' the ghetto
We can see four 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
ABR's spittin' and it ain't a rap
My mommy dearest pray for me hopin' I come back, but yo
My country, my bitch (my country)
She wants to get rid of me (nah, never)
'Cause the things I seen (we know too much)
'Cause the things I seen (we seen too much)
My country, my bitch (my country)
She wants to get rid of me (nah, never)
'Cause the things I seen (we know too much)
'Cause the things I seen (we seen too much)
Yo, I'm sittin' behind these prison walls
I got this pen and pad wishin' on a visit, God
Brothers is here for - and yo, it's some for-
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' - clean fun, - dudes with fatigues on
Anywhere is better than this
It's America's plan every color of man inherits the -
Yo I'm startin to think it's all a scheme, nobody cares
I know the warden is readin' the scribe
(But yo I swear, it's a billion dollar business)
Courts, lawyers and jails
We all slaves in the system, I'm 'bout to rebel
There's not a - in sight
Or block bench, or black gate
Or gray fence, look who -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 - 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
Every time I hear the wind I think a- went in
I'm checkin' my chest, holdin' my head
Catchin' my breath, watchin' my back
Smokin' this -, beatin' my -, thinkin' -
I don't know what they broadcast, the newsflash is fake
Everyday I'm feelin' like you, I wanna escape
And if y'all - feelin' like me, y'all - just say
My country, my bitch (my country)
She wants to get rid of me (nah, never)
'Cause the things I seen (we know too much)
'Cause the things I seen (we seen too much)
My country, my bitch (my country)
She wants to get rid of me (nah, never)
'Cause the things I seen (we know too much)
'Cause the things I seen (we seen too much)
'Cause of things we seen
This goes out to Che Guevara
A Revolutionary destroyed by his country
Just trying to fight for what's real
This goes out to - Malcolm El-Hajj Malik Shabazz
Just tryin' to fight for what's real
This goes out to Martin, all about peace
And destroyed by his own country
This goes out to everybody in the whole world
Just tryna fight for what's real
To Patrice Lumumba
Just tryna fight for what's real and destroyed by his own people
This goes out to my hood niggas
Coming up everyday just trying to survive the only way we know how
But see we know too much now, and we seen too much now
So ain't nothin' gon' to stop us now
To my country, to my country, my country, my country
They ain't forgettin'
You know what I'm saying?
They ain't forgettin' nothin' mehn
Men, women, children
By the police
They ain't gon' forget that mehn you know what I mean?
So, what this war just show me is like
"Whatever you want out of life, whatever you feel is yours"
"Go out and take it even if that means blood and death"
You know that's what I was raised up on
That's what this country is about
This is, this is what my country is
And my country is a mo-
American born
American raised (thug city, nigga)
American made
My country, my bitch (my country)
She wants to get rid of me (nah, never)
'Cause the things I seen (we know too much)
'Cause the things I seen (we seen too much)
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)
Ayo, it's packed on this Rikers bus
The tightest cuffs is holdin' me shackled
The life of a thug caught in the devil's lasso
On the streets I was invincible
Cowards would duck at a glimpse if they knew
What my - would do, a -
Mother's a - 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 three
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 shorties 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 -sold, or holdin' -
Blurry visions of dad holdin' me high
It comes to me slowly, the words he would cry
My country, my bitch (my country)
She wants to get rid of me (nah, never)
'Cause the things I seen (we know too much)
'Cause the things I seen (we seen too much)
My country, my bitch (my country)
She wants to get rid of me (nah, never)
'Cause the things I seen (we know too much)
'Cause the things I seen (we seen too much)
It is I that step up
Me that don't give a -, you that foe, then it's all over soldier
Hummers and Range's through the desert - a 20-inch
Long as we got gas and we got water
Troopers lookin' for manslaughter
I gotta get back, for what they owe
- 'em in the back for the get back
Lead through- bag, hold tie gag
Forget the life had, now we all rebels
Everything burnt down includin' the ghetto
We can see four 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
ABR's spittin' and it ain't a rap
My mommy dearest pray for me hopin' I come back, but yo
My country, my bitch (my country)
She wants to get rid of me (nah, never)
'Cause the things I seen (we know too much)
'Cause the things I seen (we seen too much)
My country, my bitch (my country)
She wants to get rid of me (nah, never)
'Cause the things I seen (we know too much)
'Cause the things I seen (we seen too much)
Yo, I'm sittin' behind these prison walls
I got this pen and pad wishin' on a visit, God
Brothers is here for - and yo, it's some for-
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' - clean fun, - dudes with fatigues on
Anywhere is better than this
It's America's plan every color of man inherits the -
Yo I'm startin to think it's all a scheme, nobody cares
I know the warden is readin' the scribe
(But yo I swear, it's a billion dollar business)
Courts, lawyers and jails
We all slaves in the system, I'm 'bout to rebel
There's not a - in sight
Or block bench, or black gate
Or gray fence, look who -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 - 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
Every time I hear the wind I think a- went in
I'm checkin' my chest, holdin' my head
Catchin' my breath, watchin' my back
Smokin' this -, beatin' my -, thinkin' -
I don't know what they broadcast, the newsflash is fake
Everyday I'm feelin' like you, I wanna escape
And if y'all - feelin' like me, y'all - just say
My country, my bitch (my country)
She wants to get rid of me (nah, never)
'Cause the things I seen (we know too much)
'Cause the things I seen (we seen too much)
My country, my bitch (my country)
She wants to get rid of me (nah, never)
'Cause the things I seen (we know too much)
'Cause the things I seen (we seen too much)
'Cause of things we seen
This goes out to Che Guevara
A Revolutionary destroyed by his country
Just trying to fight for what's real
This goes out to - Malcolm El-Hajj Malik Shabazz
Just tryin' to fight for what's real
This goes out to Martin, all about peace
And destroyed by his own country
This goes out to everybody in the whole world
Just tryna fight for what's real
To Patrice Lumumba
Just tryna fight for what's real and destroyed by his own people
This goes out to my hood niggas
Coming up everyday just trying to survive the only way we know how
But see we know too much now, and we seen too much now
So ain't nothin' gon' to stop us now
To my country, to my country, my country, my country
Credits
Writer(s): Nasir Jones, Michael L. Sandlofer, Nashawn Jones
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