[Chorus: C. S. Armstrong]
Welcome to America
Where you can dream, as long as you can breathe
You can be the muh'fuckin' President of United States
And get murdered right on these streets
Welcome to America
[Verse 1: Black Thought & C. S. Armstrong]
The sins of the father my pop gave me to suffer
The friends I would follow was crack babies and hustlers
It's steel sharpen steel in the block, made me a cutler
My pen is from the future like Octavia Butler (Wеlcome to America, oh)
My grandmother suturеd a flag from bloody cotton
The fruits of her labor alas already rotten (Welcome to America, yeah, ayy)
My man said, "Yo, it's crazy how fast that we've forgotten
That we used to pull boxes and plows like we were oxen
And cows", without an option, and now it's this glorious
Victorious, story only pitched
For me to shut it down, they sold some of us down the rivers
It's such a poor level of thought, I get the shivers
It's insidious and it's always been hideous
I had to tread water and run, be amphibious
They do you so dirty for one, yo, what's cleanliness?
They make you wanna let off a gun into the emptiness like
[Bridge 1: Angela Hunte & C. S. Armstrong]
Preach now, lover, preach now, lover
That we runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Welcome to America
Welcome to America
Where you can dream, as long as you can breathe
You can be the muh'fuckin' President of United States
And get murdered right on these streets
Welcome to America
[Verse 1: Black Thought & C. S. Armstrong]
The sins of the father my pop gave me to suffer
The friends I would follow was crack babies and hustlers
It's steel sharpen steel in the block, made me a cutler
My pen is from the future like Octavia Butler (Wеlcome to America, oh)
My grandmother suturеd a flag from bloody cotton
The fruits of her labor alas already rotten (Welcome to America, yeah, ayy)
My man said, "Yo, it's crazy how fast that we've forgotten
That we used to pull boxes and plows like we were oxen
And cows", without an option, and now it's this glorious
Victorious, story only pitched
For me to shut it down, they sold some of us down the rivers
It's such a poor level of thought, I get the shivers
It's insidious and it's always been hideous
I had to tread water and run, be amphibious
They do you so dirty for one, yo, what's cleanliness?
They make you wanna let off a gun into the emptiness like
[Bridge 1: Angela Hunte & C. S. Armstrong]
Preach now, lover, preach now, lover
That we runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Welcome to America
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