I wish I lived in America, Wanna raise my kids in America, Heard everybody rich, all I gotta do is run,jump, kick. I might hit in your area. So please pick me America, I know you probably never loved me. You never hear about me on the news, And you’ve probably never been to my Country. I hear you selling education and got clothes that you throw away. Got plenty of food in your nation, I can tell cause a lot of y’all are overweight. I already work for y’all, I’m at a sweatshops making these shirts for y’all. Naw I ain’t getting money, Go to bed hungry, but I make some exports for y’all. Y’all don’t know a thing about that. You was made in America. I’m trying to find me a ticket, Where the sky is the limit, catch a plane to America. It should be a plane to America. Y’all blessed, yall got it made. Heard y’all don’t pray no more. Y’all ain’t saved no more. Y’all looking for another way. Well I hope it ain’t true, But I’m packing my suit, Farewell to my mother land. Say-in bye to my loved ones. Fate here I come, I’m gone to another land. I done made it to America, I’m amazed at America, But I couldn’t get approval to stay, so they sent me away from America. Welcome To America. - Lecrae. One of the realest hip hop songs ive heard. Been on repeat lol. youtu.be/qlx9jZcBkNA
Posted on: Tue, 04 Nov 2014 00:34:49 +0000
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