American born, American raised, American made

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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

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[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

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[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

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[Nas talking...]