Dear America,
I'm only what you made me, young, black, and f**in' crazy
Please save me
I'm dyin' inside, can't you see it in my eyes?
I'm hopeless, and fearless on the outside, gun on my side
sh**, Maby if yall n***as build schools instead of prison,
maybe I'll stop livin' 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 sh** all my life, I'm a lost cause,
And what about the rest? Don't them s**ers deserve a chance? Somethin'
better then shoot-outs, liquor stores and food stamps? Maybe if y'all teach
them n***as a craft an' a trade, they wouldn't have to play that corner, know what I mean?
Servin' that yay America, you got a f**in' problem, an I ain't never goin' away
There's about 20 million other mutha f**ers just like me,
preperattions is through, y'all gonna pay