Shyne - Dear America lyrics

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