America

America America I love you I cherish ya All my people are not thugs I swear to ya My skin don’t have anything to do with my character Don’t judge me because I’m black Don’t judge me because i’m strapped Don’t judge me cause where I’m from Don’t judge me cause where I’m at Don’t Judge me because you want to Or judge me because my tatts Don’t judge me off your opinions Judge me off of the facts West 38th in Clark Uncle D on his jack Walking with uncle joe Niggas pull up with straps Bullet went in his ankle Then it came out his back After it hit his lungs All he did was collapse Rip goobie guala They shot him outside the club He never hated a soul He showed nothing but love Just cause I’m from the hood That don’t make me a thug Uncle vinny and electrician But he was also the plug I’m come from a place Where frank Lucas was like an idol Niggas be throwing bullets I hope you don’t catch a spiral You’re fighting for your freedom We’re fighting for survival One hand on my rifle One hand on my bible. America America I love you I cherish ya All my people are not thugs I swear to ya My skin don’t have anything to do with my character America America I love you I cherish ya All my people are not thugs I swear to ya My skin don’t have anything to do with my character Don’t judge me because I’m black Don’t judge me because i’m strapped Don’t judge me cause where I’m from Don’t judge me cause where I’m at Don’t Judge me because you want to Or judge me because my tatts Don’t judge me off your opinions Judge me off of the facts Ahhh lord help me Only god can judge The pharmacist ain’t the only one Selling drugs Every morning my nigga enjoyed His grub He was sipping his coffee Then took a shot to the mug Those bullets missed me I ain’t the one My heart heavy it weigh a ton Lord forgive them For all the shit they have done You can raise a gun But can you raise a son Or ya daughter please be a father I pray to Jesus That I do not get Martyred Pray for America it’s getting harder Used to be slavery But now it’s slaughter America America I love you I cherish ya All my people are not thugs I swear to ya My skin don’t have anything to do with my character