Dear America (Intro) - shyne
Dear america
I'm only what you made me
Young black and ****in' crazy
Please save me
I'm dyin' inside
Can't you see it in my eyes
I'm hopeless fearless on the outside
Gun on my side
s**t maybe if y'all niggas build schools instead of prison
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 s**t all my life
I'm a lost 'cause
And what about the rest
Don't them suckers deserve a chance
Somethin' better than a shoot outs liquor stores and food
Stamps
Maybe if y'all teach them niggas a craft an' a
Trade
They wouldn't have to play that corner
Why know what I mean servin' that yay
America you got a ****in' problem
An' I ain't never goin' away
There's about 20 million other mutha****ers just like me
Preparations is through y'all gonna pay
