Dear America,
I'm only what you made me, young, black, and fuckin' crazy /
Please save me /
I'm dyin' inside, can't you see it in my eyes? /
I'm hopeless, and fearless on the outside, gun on my side /
Shit, Maybr if yall niggas build schools instead of prison, maybe I'll stop /
livin' the way I'm livin', probably not. /
I'm so used to servin' rocks and burnin' blocks, I ain't never gonna stop. /
Been doin' this shit all my life, I'ma lost cause, /
And what about the rest? Don't them suckers deserve a chance? /
Somethin' better then shoot-outs, liquor stores and food stamps? /
Maybe if y'all teach them niggas a craft an' a trade, /
they wouldn't have to play that corner, /
know what i mean? Servin' that yay /
America, you got a fuckin' problem, an I ain't never goin' away /
There's about 20 million other mutha fuckers just like me, /
preperattions is through, y'all gonna pay /
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