Welcome To America

Album: Anomaly (2014)
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  • Ladies and gentlemen
    Good afternoon from the flight deck
    Were cruising at 37,000 feet and we just passed over the coast
    We will be beginning our descent in about a 30 minutes
    Like to take this opportunity to welcome you to America
    Ta na na na muchawa
    Ta na na na muchawa
    Ta na na na muchawa ta na na na na

    Uh
 I was made in America land of the free, home of the brave
    Right up under your nose you might see a sex slave being traded
    And will do anything for the money
    Boy, a momma might sell her babies
    Sell porn sell pills anything to pay the bills
    Anything to bring that pay
    Gotta scratch that itch gotta scratch them ticks
    Ain't rich but I might be
    And I'mma shoot these flicks I'mma turn these tricks anything for a slight fee
    Yea made in America
    Momma told me that I belong here
    Had to earn our stripes had to learn all rights had to fight for a home here
    But I wouldn't know a thing about that
    All I know is drugs and rap
    I probably could have been some kinda doctor
    Instead of holding guns and crack
    I was born in the mainland
    Great-grandpa from a strange land
    He was stripped away and given bricks to lay
    I guess you could say he a slave hand
    But I was made in America
    So I don't know a thing about that
    All I know is uncle Sam look-in for me working on his corner so I know I gotta pay tax
    Gettin' paid in America
    I was raised in America
    And this is all I ever known
    If I'm wrong then you better come save me America

    Ta na na na muchawa muchawa
    Ta na na na muchawa muchawa
    Ta na na na muchawa muchawa
    Ta na na na muchawa muchawa
    Welcome to America
    Welcome to America
    Welcome to America
    Welcome to America
    Welcome to America

    Man I'd die for America
    I serve my time for America
    Got shot shot back with the war
    Got back and ain't nobody give a jack in America
    I could lost my life boy I lost my wife
    I can't even get right in my home land
    Pulling sweats hold ticks paranoia
    Looking out for a threat in own land
    I was trained in America
    How they get up in the planes in America
    People running into buildings
    Taking out them buildings
    People getting killed in America
    And I'm still in America
    Though America ain't feeling me
    I went to war for this country
    Turn around came home and you rid of me
    When y'all free here saying you don't wanna be here
    Well you probably couldn't breathe here if I didn't load a couple magazines here
    Y'all just complain in America
    I'm jumping out of military planes for America
    Aye I was made in America
    That's why I'm out here saving America
    I got a brother in the cemetery now
    Cause he wanted y'all safe
    And everybody want the freedom but nobody want to hear about-face
    We bled for America
    To keep y'all fed in America
    But whats the point of talking a lot of y'all don't really even care America

    Ta na na na muchawa muchawa ta na na na
    Ta na na na muchawa muchawa ta na na na
    Welcome to America
    Welcome to America
    Welcome to America
    Welcome to America
    Welcome to America
    Ta na na na muchawa
    Ta na na na muchawa
    Ta na na na muchawa ta na na na na

    Uh, I wish I lived in America
    Wanna raise my kids in America
    Heard everybody rich all I gotta do is run jump kick
    I'm a 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 food in your nation
    I can tell cause a lot of y'all are over weight
    I already work for y'all
    I'm at a sweatshops making these shirts for y'all
    Naw I ain't gettin 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 plain to America
    Y'all blessed people got it made
    Heard y'all don't play 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
    Sayin bye to my loved ones
    Fate hear 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 Writer/s: J. RHODES, LARRY DARNELL GRIFFIN, LE CRAE DEVAUGHN MOORE
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Songtrust Ave, Universal Music Publishing Group
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