Welcome 2 America

Welcome to America the home of the brave, the land of the free/where the life that they lives for a fee/it costs to be the boss and the wage that is paid/is the M-16 clips penetrating teens/in wars on foreign shores they support with cash received/from tax of the poor sad to see/a government indifferent to the lives of the innocent/shitting on the wives of the men overseas/pleads of the daughters begging fathers not to leave/crying tears for the fears of her daddy being killed/by a man in a land that only understands/that America’s the place that erases their dreams/with ploys to destroy with their plots and their schemes/consideration not taken for the lives unseen/like merchants in the bazaars and purchasers getting bombed/and kids praying in the mosques lost to the fee Thank the gracious most high we reside/in the land with the most beautiful for spacious skies/we up rise high eating Jefferson pie/with no regard for lives that we scarred on the rise/hood martyrs are nine to twenty five years old/hang with the gangs bang the hoods the on, bloody armies marching/Glock 40’s sparking, little shorty marksmen/in they pocket is a quarty for the blunts the sparking/we killed in the streets where the law enforcement?/of course its slow to arrive when the hoods involved with/but still in all I make it better with rhymes/and I rep for the grind from the Metro to Charleston/I’m better than all them cuz I do it with love/you a scrub in it for the sex, money, and drugs/correct some of your bugs we all gotta malfunction/put the K's away pick up some literature cousin