Dear America (ıntro)

Dear America,I'm only what you made me, young, black, and fuckin' crazyPlease save meI'm dyin' inside, can't you see it in my eyes?I'm hopeless, and fearless on the outside, gun on my sideShit, Maby if yall niggas build schools instead of prison, maybe I'll stoplivin' the way I'm livin', probably not.I'm so used to servin' rocks and burnin' blocks, I ain't never gonna stop.Been doin' this shit all my life, I'm a lost cause,And what about the rest? Don't them suckers deserve a chance? Somethinbetter then shoot-outs, liquor stores and food stamps? Maybe if y'all teachthem niggas a craft an' a trade, they wouldn't have to play that corner, knowwhat i mean? Servin' that yayAmerica, you got a fuckin' problem, an I ain't never goin' awayThere's about 20 million other mutha fuckers just like me, preperattions isthrough, y'all gonna pay