Nas - My Country Lyrics
American born, american raised, american made[chorus 2x]My country shitted on me (my country)She wants to get rid of me (naw, never)Cause the things I seen (we know too much)Cause the things I seen (we seen too much)[verse 1 (nas)]It was packed on the rykers busThe tight cuffs is holdin me shackledThe life of a thug caught in the devils lapOn the streets I was invincibleCowards would duck at a glimpse if they knewWhat my pistol would do, a *****in killaMothers of dope fiend embarrassin meAll in front of my friendsIn the street smile with no teethI never knew daddy, heard he had a 72 caddyDied in a robbery, cant remember him, was probably 3Why didnt my folks just die in this societyWhy wasnt I a child of a doctor, who left stocks for meTwo little brothers, two sisters, them shortiez gots to eatMothers a junkie, she twisted, so all they got is meIm the provider, with goals to do much better than my fatherWhether through drugs sold, or holdin revolversBlurry visions of dad holdin me highIt comes to me slowly, the words he would cry[repeat chorus][verse 2 (millenium thug)]It is I that step upMe that dont give a *****, you that bold, then its all over soldierHummers and ranges through the desert***** a 20 years, long as we got gas and we got waterTroopers lookin for manslaughterI gotta get back, for what they oweShootem in the back for the get backLead through shit bag, hold tie gagForget the life had, now we all rebelsEverything burnt down includin the ghettoWe can see 4 miles the land its major rubbleAnd debris from the earth as we knew crumbleYo you could see the seaAnd the stars look closer to meIm a mad man, this is a real life movie mad maxS-ks, aks max, abrs spittin and it aint a rapMy mommy dearest pray for me hopin I come backBut yo[repeat chorus][verse 3 (nas + millenium thug)]Yo, Im sittin behind these prison wallsI got this pen and pad wishin on a visit, godBrothers is here for homicide and yo, its some for rapeSome brothers innocent, I pray that I could just escapeHow is the warAnd yo Im wishin I was in your shoesHoldin machine gunsClean fun shootin ducks with fatigues onAnywhere is better than thisIts americas plan every color of man inherits the shitYo Im startin to think its all a scheme, nobody caresI know the warden is readin the scribe[mt] but yo I swear, its a billion dollar businessCourts, lawyers and jailsWe all slaves in this business, Im bout to rebel[verse 4 (millenium thug)]Theres not a ***** in sightAll block bench, all block gatesAll gray fence, look who *****ed it all up, mr. presidentI remember yesterday we was on the block gettin bentNow its state of the artI just saw the first dude I met here, his head came apartWhat a bloody mess, a slug festI just buried 8 of mine, at night I hear grown men cryinYou know Im spittin mineI aint goin out here, we gotta winEverytime I hear the wind I think a slug went inIm checkin my chest, holdin my headCatchin my breath, watchin my backSmokin this grass, beatin my dick, thinkin of assI dont know what they broadcast, the news hash is fakeEveryday Im feelin like you, I wanna escapeAnd if yall niggas feelin like me, yall niggas just say[repeat chorus][nas talking...]
