
Made an America FEVER 333
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[Verse 1]
We are the melanin felons
We are the product of
Plunder and policy that you gotta love
Casinos, amigos on forty acres, uh
They built this shit on our backs
Made an America
Living in terror all while they terrorize
Cover your eyes 'cause people terrified
Fuck all the promises you were promised 'cause
They're cutting your oxygen 'til you paralyzed
[Chorus]
Where we land is where we fall (Made an America)
All for one and none for all (Made an America)
No stars dead bodies on the boulevard
Cop cars, true killers, and they still at large
Where we land is where we fall (Made an America)
[Verse 2]
Home of the big bodies and wide blocks
The government giving ghettos that crack rock
Making quotas off baking soda and mass shock
This ain't a theory, I saw it happen on my block
The homie Hector selling heroin from nine to five
My brother's burning down the block when Rodney almost died
We're giving thanks for measles, blankets, and genocide
They call it “cleaning up the streets”, we call it “homicide”
We are the melanin felons
We are the product of
Plunder and policy that you gotta love
Casinos, amigos on forty acres, uh
They built this shit on our backs
Made an America
Living in terror all while they terrorize
Cover your eyes 'cause people terrified
Fuck all the promises you were promised 'cause
They're cutting your oxygen 'til you paralyzed
[Chorus]
Where we land is where we fall (Made an America)
All for one and none for all (Made an America)
No stars dead bodies on the boulevard
Cop cars, true killers, and they still at large
Where we land is where we fall (Made an America)
[Verse 2]
Home of the big bodies and wide blocks
The government giving ghettos that crack rock
Making quotas off baking soda and mass shock
This ain't a theory, I saw it happen on my block
The homie Hector selling heroin from nine to five
My brother's burning down the block when Rodney almost died
We're giving thanks for measles, blankets, and genocide
They call it “cleaning up the streets”, we call it “homicide”
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