A story of an American
That's not American
By Drade Santiago
I keep my mind idle
Because I'm not Really American
I'm a skeleton
Of a scarecrow
So who shall I scare again
Comparing me
To the fairest skin
To shallow
To swim in
My grandmom came here on
Ah boat
That makes me ah fob
Believe it or not
East side
In the trenches
I need me ah job
Just had me ah Menage
Got Cocaine all in my ride
If I get pulled over
I might just die
Ah Pigs revenge
Getting ah nigga fried
For eating fried bacon
One nation
Red light
Blue light
Got me anxious
Hello office...
(Blaw blaw blaw)
Got no patience
Now the doctor Got another
Patient
Whole life
They told me not
To waste it
Most of my nights
I was wasted
Trying to get a bag
So I was chasing