America - Society Lyrics - Society

[Trick Daddy] 

'Posed to be... 

Land of the free 

I don't see how 

Count me in 

Uh 

America 

Oh 

America 

Ha-ha-ha 

America (America) 

Sweet land of liberty y'all 

I'm doing this one for the struggle 

And every bad doin' brotha 

Sista, daddy and mother 

Who livin' in the gutter 

You want 

Better cars 

And a better heart 

Another start 

Yo' own yard 

And a place to park 

You wanna 

Trust 'em ?? 

And a better li' (life) 

A bigger crib 

And a home cooked meal 

Every single night 

He'll feel with you 

Goin' through 

But I coulda warned you 

When its time to be a man 

Do all you can 

See other lands 

And don't be livin' for the other man 

Take time out and settle in 

Be the better man 

And close ? watch your friends 

And then 

You'll understand 

A lil' better then 

But on the other hand 

You so god damn stubboran 

And you be 

Startin' shit 

And ever since you made president 

We ain't even seen you since 

You need to (You need to) 

Fill our schools 

Rebuild our church and homes 

Stop killin' my own kind 

And leave my Earth alone 

And stop tappin' my phone 

And searchin' my brone 

And keep your personal feelings home 

When you bandin' my chrome 

Do it for the 

Weak and the strong 

And to each his own 

We do it for the main goal 

So when all the heat is gone 

[Chorus] 

This game wasn't told to me (Told to me) 

It was sold to me (Sold to me) 

And we are never free (No!) 

No way 

Not in America (Not America) 

Not America (Not in America uh-uh) 

Our country 'tis of thee ('tis of thee) 

Land of Liberty (Liberty) 

But that'll never be (Never Be - NO!) 

No way 

Not in America (uh-uh Not in this America) 

Not in America (No) 

[Society] 

You only got 2 bucks and give less than a fuck -- then you a nigga 

Got a nice home and a Lexus truck -- you a nigga 

World champions and you M.V.P -- you a nigga 

4 degrees and a Ph.D -- still a nigga 

You use your platinum ?? for ID's -- then you's a nigga 

If your skin is brown just like me -- then you a nigga 

Got a promotion and a FAT ass raise -- you still a nigga 

You from the islands and your peoples wasn't slaves -- you a nigga 

No matter how much your ass get paid -- you still a nigga 

Shot by the cops at a traffic stop -- cause you a nigga 

That's why I hold toast too 

I sell bi-coastal 

International 

They inter-catching you with satellites in deep space 

Now...Who invented niggaz in the first place? 

And said America is the original birthplace? 

Who gettin' 10 - 20 - Life on they first case? 

My niggaz 

[Chorus] 

[Trick Daddy] 

I'm doin' this one for the 

Kids in the streets 

Who ain't missed a beat 

Do it for the 

Deaf and the blind 

And those who don't eat meat 

Do it for all the 

Children of the corn 

And the unborn 

Do it for the speedy trials 

And all the lies you done sworn 

How you gon' keep the man 

Old Mr. Crooked ass preachin' man 

When your whole congregation drivin' a brand new Benz 

And writing brand new sins 

Lyin' on a million men 

And all my brothers, sisters, them daddys, and them doin' time in the Penn 

[Chorus repeated till end]