[Intro]
Ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon from the flight deck
We're cruising at 37,000 feet and we just passed over the coast
We'll be beginning our descent in about 30 minutes
I'd like to take this opportunity to welcome you to America
[Verse 1]
I was made in America
Land of the free, home of the brave
And right up under your nose you might see a sex slave being traded
And who will do anything for the money
Boy, a mama might sell her babies
Sell porn, sell pills, anything to pay the bills
Anything to bring that paper
Gotta scratch that itch, gotta scratch them ticks
Ain’t rich, but I might be
And Imma shoot these flicks, Imma turn these tricks
Anything for a slight fee
Yeah, made in America
Momma told me that I belong here
Had to earn our stripes, had to learn our rights
Had to fight for a home here
But I wouldn't know a thing about that
All I know is drugs and rap
I probably coulda' been some kinda doctor
Instead of holdin' guns and crack
I was born in the mainland
Great-Grandpa from a strange land
He was stripped away and given bricks to lay
I guess you could say he a slave hand
But I was made in America
So I don’t know a thing about that
All I know is Uncle Sam lookin' for me workin' on his corner
So I know I gotta pay tax
Gettin' paid in America
I was raised in America
And this is all I ever known
If I’m wrong then you better come save me America
Ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon from the flight deck
We're cruising at 37,000 feet and we just passed over the coast
We'll be beginning our descent in about 30 minutes
I'd like to take this opportunity to welcome you to America
[Verse 1]
I was made in America
Land of the free, home of the brave
And right up under your nose you might see a sex slave being traded
And who will do anything for the money
Boy, a mama might sell her babies
Sell porn, sell pills, anything to pay the bills
Anything to bring that paper
Gotta scratch that itch, gotta scratch them ticks
Ain’t rich, but I might be
And Imma shoot these flicks, Imma turn these tricks
Anything for a slight fee
Yeah, made in America
Momma told me that I belong here
Had to earn our stripes, had to learn our rights
Had to fight for a home here
But I wouldn't know a thing about that
All I know is drugs and rap
I probably coulda' been some kinda doctor
Instead of holdin' guns and crack
I was born in the mainland
Great-Grandpa from a strange land
He was stripped away and given bricks to lay
I guess you could say he a slave hand
But I was made in America
So I don’t know a thing about that
All I know is Uncle Sam lookin' for me workin' on his corner
So I know I gotta pay tax
Gettin' paid in America
I was raised in America
And this is all I ever known
If I’m wrong then you better come save me America
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