Woorden: Shyne. Shyne. Dear America (Intro).

Dear America
I'm only what you made me
Young, black and fuckin' 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

Shit, 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 shit 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
Y'know what I mean? Servin' that yay

America, you got a fuckin' problem
An' I ain't never goin' away
There's about 20 million other muthafuckers just like me
Preparations is through, y'all gonna pay