[Intro]
Ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon from the flight deck
We're cruising at 37,000 feet and we just passed over the coast We'll be beginning our descent in about 30 minutes
I'd like to take this opportunity to welcome you to America
[Sample]
O beautiful
For spacious skies
For amber waves of grain
[Richard Nixon]
I want to say this to the television audience. I made my mistakes, but in all of my years of public life, I have never profited
Because people have got to know whether or not their President is a crook. Well, I'm not a crook. I've earned everything I've got
[John F. Kennedy]
And so, my fellow Americans: ask not what your country can do for you - ask what you can do for your country
[Martin Luther King Jr.]
When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of that old Negro spiritual, Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!
[Verse 1]
I was made in America
Land of the free, home of the brave
And right up under your nose
You might see a sex slave being traded
And we'll do anything for the money
Boy, a mama might sell her babies
Sell porn, sell pills
Anything to pay the bills
Anything to bring that pay
Gotta scratch that itch
Gotta scratch them ticks
Ain't rich, but I might be
And I'mma shoot these flicks, I'mma turn these tricks
Anything for a slight fee
Yeah made in America
Momma told me that I belong here
Had to earn our stripes, had to learn our rights
Had to fight for a home here
But I wouldn't know a thing about that
All I know is drugs and rap
I probably could have been some kinda doctor
Instead of holding guns and crack
I was born in the mainland
Great-Grandpa from a strange land
He was stripped away and given bricks to lay
I guess you could say he a slave here
But I was made in America
So I don’t know a thing about that
All I know is Uncle Sam looking for me working on his corner
So I know I gotta pay tax
Getting paid in America
I was raised in America
And this is all I ever known
If I'm wrong then you better come save me America (America, America)
Ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon from the flight deck
We're cruising at 37,000 feet and we just passed over the coast We'll be beginning our descent in about 30 minutes
I'd like to take this opportunity to welcome you to America
[Sample]
O beautiful
For spacious skies
For amber waves of grain
[Richard Nixon]
I want to say this to the television audience. I made my mistakes, but in all of my years of public life, I have never profited
Because people have got to know whether or not their President is a crook. Well, I'm not a crook. I've earned everything I've got
[John F. Kennedy]
And so, my fellow Americans: ask not what your country can do for you - ask what you can do for your country
[Martin Luther King Jr.]
When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of that old Negro spiritual, Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!
[Verse 1]
I was made in America
Land of the free, home of the brave
And right up under your nose
You might see a sex slave being traded
And we'll do anything for the money
Boy, a mama might sell her babies
Sell porn, sell pills
Anything to pay the bills
Anything to bring that pay
Gotta scratch that itch
Gotta scratch them ticks
Ain't rich, but I might be
And I'mma shoot these flicks, I'mma turn these tricks
Anything for a slight fee
Yeah made in America
Momma told me that I belong here
Had to earn our stripes, had to learn our rights
Had to fight for a home here
But I wouldn't know a thing about that
All I know is drugs and rap
I probably could have been some kinda doctor
Instead of holding guns and crack
I was born in the mainland
Great-Grandpa from a strange land
He was stripped away and given bricks to lay
I guess you could say he a slave here
But I was made in America
So I don’t know a thing about that
All I know is Uncle Sam looking for me working on his corner
So I know I gotta pay tax
Getting paid in America
I was raised in America
And this is all I ever known
If I'm wrong then you better come save me America (America, America)
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