My Country Nas (Ft. Nashawn)

[Intro: Nas]
American born, American raised, American made

[Chorus: Nas]
My country shitted on me (My country)
She wants to get rid of me (Nah, never)
'Cause the things I seen (We know too much)
'Cause the things I seen (We seen too much)
My country shitted on me (My country)
She wants to get rid of me (Nah, never)
'Cause the things I seen (We know too much)
'Cause the things I seen (We seen too much)

[Verse 1: Nas]
Ayo, it's packed on this Rikers bus
The tightest cuffs is holdin' me shackled
The life of a thug caught in the devil's lasso
On the streets I was invincible
Cowards would duck at a glimpse if they knew
What my pistol would do, a fuckin' killer
Mother's a dope fiend embarrassin' me
All in front of my friends in the street, smile with no teeth
I never knew daddy, heard he had a '72 caddy
Died in a robbery, can't remember him, was probably three
Why didn't my folks just die in this society
Why wasn't I a child of a doctor who left stocks for me?
Two little brothers, two sisters, them shorties gots to eat
Mother's a junkie, she twisted, so all they got is me
I'm the provider, with goals to do much better than my father
Whether through drugs sold, or holdin' revolvers
Blurry visions of dad holdin' me high
It comes to me slowly, the words he would cry