Big Krit watup Walk with me Verse 1: If I would ever be president I'd probably be smoking weed inside the Air Force One Then go to war until the Air Force come Not talking no m**m regimes that's pushing extremes I'm talking about the real terrorists that's pulling the strings So Dear President , yeah we're out here strapped with guns The real Terror Squad ain't got Joey Crack or Pun Twist the truth so their lies look like facts to some Take all this money but don't plan on giving back to none The false prophets with non-profits to funnel money through it The daughters and sons of Judas If I was president I would've hired a couple shooters Take out the senate with a sniper Bet if I was white you would consider me to date your daughter and f** her before I marry her But we stay in our area That's the way of America the beautiful pharmaceuticals - 9 to 5 inside a cubicle institutional racism First it's slavery then it was lynching and genocide During segregation now it's convictions of petty crimes So our prisons get filled with blacks Basically it's back to slaves, for real that's facts They got me fighting back tears, struggling watching 13th on Netflix and I ain't even black dawg But homie I'm human I mean we can't do everything but we can do something Who gon react dawg? Where you at dawg? Hook: Can I break away Will I ever be free In the land of the free Verse 2: Born in Cali I was raised in the Netherlands Amsterdam where I stayed I've been repping since I was the popular kid because I was American But nowadays that sh**'s embarra**ing When your president's so unintelligent Doing desperate deeds Slamming the doors on these refugees So un-American So shout out to my Mexicans and m**ms too We got family members that stuck at customs too All our females out here fighting for justice too While the president's grabbing p**y like he's Huxtable Studies show he's a malignant narcissist according to psychologists at Johns Hopkin's I'll tweet out the link, dawg And next time a black kid gets shot and the officer walks away, we gon' pull out them things, dawg As usual the underdog's at a loss The rich continues to get richer at the cost of the poor Credit cards overcharged , can't get out of the slump Change is always starting tomorrow, I doubt it'll come Home Of The Brave, where cowards is from Land Of The Free, where they k** us and blame it on a Saudi with guns Our oval office run by them corporate sponsors How the f** do you sleep though, all of that on your conscious So from Nixon and Reagan Bill and Hillary satan The Bush administration's They got us all caged in the land of the free... Outro (Jason French): America how beautiful you was