America Trick Daddy (Ft. Society)

[Intro: Trick Daddy]
It's 'posed to be land of the free
I don't see how
Count me in, uh
America
Oh, America, yeah, ha-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' brother
Sister, daddy and mother who livin' in the gutter
Who want better cars and a better heart, another start
Your own yard and a place to park
You wanna trustin' wife and a better life
A bigger crib and a home-cooked meal every single night
Hell, I feel what you goin' through, but I coulda warned you
When it's 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 stubborn
And you be startin' shit, and ever since you made president
We ain't even seen you since, you need to (You need to)
Fill our schools, rebuild our church and homes
And stop killin' my own kind, and leave my Earth alone
And stop tappin' my phone and searchin' my bro
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 goals when all the heat is gone