America

Lyrics

[Intro: John Fitzgerald Kennedy] And so my fellow Americans, ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country [Verse 1: Bukshot] Who these people think they are pushing narratives? Two-faced politicians playing different characters Both sides and this shit ain't getting better Republicans and Democrats they in this shit together Divide and conquer, double-headed monster Tearing up our country we can't take this any longer They pitting us together, trying to eat each others throats The cover up, knowing we can't see 'em through the smoke The news is telling us what the owners want 'em to Lies and fabricated truth, what this world is coming to What you gonna do when they come take ya guns And can't protect your family when the home invaders come Taking all rights has become the new thing The FEDs in our country have become the biggest gang Welcome to the new world order called America Don't start preaching that we free or I'mma stare at ya [Chorus: Bukshot] Murder I got a problem with society, the hate is deep inside of me America I can feel my anger rioting from all these people lying to me [Bridge: John Fitzgerald Kennedy] But we are opposed around the world, by a monolithic and ruthless conspiracy [Verse 2: Bukshot] Home of the brave (brave), land of the free (free) Everyone's a patriot, look at all the hate we get Always gotta stick our nose in other countries business Acting like we better, the truth we're really misfits Politicians got their closet full of skeletons Pedophilia chasers, time to take your medicine When asked about it, they don't move just like a mannequin Even though they got a thing for kids and human trafficking Little boys and girls sold on the low Taken from the families and these motherfuckers know High powered, yeah we talking 'bout officials Where people turn up dead and missing if you blow a whistle String pulled puppets, preying on our little ones Better pay attention while ya can, go get your guns The war is coming...soon...don't get it crossed Guaranteed before it's over bodies getting tossed [Chorus: Bukshot] Murder I got a problem with society, the hate is deep inside of me America I can feel my anger rioting from all these people lying to me [Bridge: John Fitzgerald Kennedy] My fellow citizens of the world [Verse 3: Bukshot] This America, a.k.a. cop land (land) Shoot yo ass in the back, they are not playing (playing) Steal a candy bar, homie you won't make it far You won't see a cell, they'll send you straight to hell If you black or brown, you ain't catching cases Gun yo ass down, half of 'em are racist (racist) Thirty-five percent are crooked and they'll fuck you The other fifteen percent just don't know what to do They don't understand the underground and how we roll Terrified slowly reaching for the radio Fit the profile of someone that they looking for Just cause I wear baggy clothes don't mean I rob liquor stores Hands up (freeze!) and if you just ain't quick enough They'll swear you reaching for a weapon and they'll light you up I fit the stereotype of bad characters In this ugly world I live called America [Chorus: Bukshot] Murder I got a problem with society, the hate is deep inside of me America I can feel my anger rioting from all these people lying to me Murder I got a problem with society, the hate is deep inside of me America I can feel my anger rioting from all these people lying to me (lying to me)