Amerika Trick Daddy (Ft. Society)

[Intro: Trick Daddy]
'Posed to be...Land of the free
I don't see how
Count me in
Uh
America
Oh
America
Ha-ha-ha
America (AMERICA!)
Sweet land of liberty y'all!

[Verse 1: Trick Daddy]
I'm doing this one for the struggle
And every bad doin' brotha
Sista, daddy and mother
Who livin' in the gutter
You want better cars
And a better heart
Another start
Yo' own yard
And a place to park
You want a trustin' wife
And a better life' (life)
A bigger crib
And a home cooked meal
Every single night
Hell, I feel with you goin' through
But I coulda warned you
When its time to be a man
Do all you can
See other lands
And don't be livin' for the other man
Take time out and settle in
Be the better man
And closely: watch your friends
And then
You'll understand
A lil' better then
But on the other hand
You so god damn "stubbor-an"
And you be
Startin' shit
And ever since you made president
We ain't even seen you since
You need to (You need to)
Visit our schools
Rebuild our church and homes
Stop killin' my own kind
And leave my Earth alone
And stop tappin' my phone
And searchin' my brone
And keep your personal feelings home
When you bandin' my chrome
Do it for the
Weak and the strong
And to each his own
We do it for the main goal
So when all the heat is gone