America America
I love you I cherish ya
All my people are not thugs I swear to ya
My skin don't have anything to do with my character
Don't judge me because I'm black
Don't judge me because i'm strapped
Don't judge me cause where I'm from
Don't judge me cause where I'm at
Don't Judge me because you want to Or judge me because my tatts
Don't judge me off your opinions
Judge me off of the facts
West 38th in Clark
Uncle D on his jack
Walking with uncle joe
Niggas pull up with straps
Bullet went in his ankle
Then it came out his back
After it hit his lungs
All he did was collapse
Rip goobie guala
They shot him outside the club
He never hated a soul
He showed nothing but love
Just cause I'm from the hood
That don't make me a thug
Uncle vinny and electrician
But he was also the plug
I'm come from a place
Where frank Lucas was like an idol
Niggas be throwing bullets
I hope you don't catch a spiral
You're fighting for your freedom
We're fighting for survival
One hand on my rifle
One hand on my bible.
America America
I love you I cherish ya
All my people are not thugs I swear to ya
My skin don't have anything to do with my character
America America
I love you I cherish ya
All my people are not thugs I swear to ya
My skin don't have anything to do with my character
Don't judge me because I'm black
Don't judge me because i'm strapped
Don't judge me cause where I'm from
Don't judge me cause where I'm at
Don't Judge me because you want to Or judge me because my tatts
Don't judge me off your opinions
Judge me off of the facts
Ahhh lord help me
Only god can judge
The pharmacist ain't the only one
Selling drugs
Every morning my nigga enjoyed
His grub
He was sipping his coffee
Then took a shot to the mug
Those bullets missed me
I ain't the one
My heart heavy it weigh a ton
Lord forgive them
For all the shit they have done
You can raise a gun
But can you raise a son
Or ya daughter please be a father
I pray to Jesus
That I do not get Martyred
Pray for America it's getting harder
Used to be slavery
But now it's slaughter
America America
I love you I cherish ya
All my people are not thugs I swear to ya
My skin don't have anything to do with my character
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America America
I love you I cherish ya
All my people are not thugs I swear to ya
My skin don't have anything to do with my character
Don't judge me because I'm black
Don't judge me because i'm strapped
Don't judge me cause where I'm from
Don't judge me cause where I'm at
Don't Judge me because you want to Or judge me because my tatts
Don't judge me off your opinions
Judge me off of the facts
West 38th in Clark
Uncle D on his jack
Walking with uncle joe
Niggas pull up with straps
Bullet went in his ankle
Then it came out his back
After it hit his lungs
All he did was collapse
Rip goobie guala
They shot him outside the club
He never hated a soul
He showed nothing but love
Just cause I'm from the hood
That don't make me a thug
Uncle vinny and electrician
But he was also the plug
I'm come from a place
Where frank Lucas was like an idol
Niggas be throwing bullets
I hope you don't catch a spiral
You're fighting for your freedom
We're fighting for survival
One hand on my rifle
One hand on my bible.
America America
I love you I cherish ya
All my people are not thugs I swear to ya
My skin don't have anything to do with my character
America America
I love you I cherish ya
All my people are not thugs I swear to ya
My skin don't have anything to do with my character
Don't judge me because I'm black
Don't judge me because i'm strapped
Don't judge me cause where I'm from
Don't judge me cause where I'm at
Don't Judge me because you want to Or judge me because my tatts
Don't judge me off your opinions
Judge me off of the facts
Ahhh lord help me
Only god can judge
The pharmacist ain't the only one
Selling drugs
Every morning my nigga enjoyed
His grub
He was sipping his coffee
Then took a shot to the mug
Those bullets missed me
I ain't the one
My heart heavy it weigh a ton
Lord forgive them
For all the shit they have done
You can raise a gun
But can you raise a son
Or ya daughter please be a father
I pray to Jesus
That I do not get Martyred
Pray for America it's getting harder
Used to be slavery
But now it's slaughter
America America
I love you I cherish ya
All my people are not thugs I swear to ya
My skin don't have anything to do with my character
I love you I cherish ya
All my people are not thugs I swear to ya
My skin don't have anything to do with my character
Don't judge me because I'm black
Don't judge me because i'm strapped
Don't judge me cause where I'm from
Don't judge me cause where I'm at
Don't Judge me because you want to Or judge me because my tatts
Don't judge me off your opinions
Judge me off of the facts
West 38th in Clark
Uncle D on his jack
Walking with uncle joe
Niggas pull up with straps
Bullet went in his ankle
Then it came out his back
After it hit his lungs
All he did was collapse
Rip goobie guala
They shot him outside the club
He never hated a soul
He showed nothing but love
Just cause I'm from the hood
That don't make me a thug
Uncle vinny and electrician
But he was also the plug
I'm come from a place
Where frank Lucas was like an idol
Niggas be throwing bullets
I hope you don't catch a spiral
You're fighting for your freedom
We're fighting for survival
One hand on my rifle
One hand on my bible.
America America
I love you I cherish ya
All my people are not thugs I swear to ya
My skin don't have anything to do with my character
America America
I love you I cherish ya
All my people are not thugs I swear to ya
My skin don't have anything to do with my character
Don't judge me because I'm black
Don't judge me because i'm strapped
Don't judge me cause where I'm from
Don't judge me cause where I'm at
Don't Judge me because you want to Or judge me because my tatts
Don't judge me off your opinions
Judge me off of the facts
Ahhh lord help me
Only god can judge
The pharmacist ain't the only one
Selling drugs
Every morning my nigga enjoyed
His grub
He was sipping his coffee
Then took a shot to the mug
Those bullets missed me
I ain't the one
My heart heavy it weigh a ton
Lord forgive them
For all the shit they have done
You can raise a gun
But can you raise a son
Or ya daughter please be a father
I pray to Jesus
That I do not get Martyred
Pray for America it's getting harder
Used to be slavery
But now it's slaughter
America America
I love you I cherish ya
All my people are not thugs I swear to ya
My skin don't have anything to do with my character
Writer: Joel Broadnax
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