Lyrics Trick Daddy

Trick Daddy

Amerika

'Posed to be land of the free, I don't see how

Count me in, oh, Amerika

Oh, Amerika, Amerika, Amerika

Sweet land of liberty, y'all

I'm doing this one for the struggle

And every bad doin' brotha, sista, daddy and mother

Who livin' in the gutter you want better cars

And a better heart, another start

Yo' own yard and a place to park

You want a truck and ride and a better life

A bigger crib and a home cooked meal

Every single night, he'll feel with you

Goin' through but I coulda warned you

When it's time to be a man, do all you can

See other lands and don't be livin' for the other man

Take time out and settle in, be the better man

And closely watch your friends

And then you'll understand a lil' better then

But on the other hand, you so God damn stubborn

And you be startin' shit

And ever since you made President we ain't even seen you since

You need to visit our schools

Rebuild our church and homes, stop killin' my own kind

And leave my Earth alone

And stop tappin' my phone and searchin' my bro

And keep your personal feelings home when you bendin' my chrome

Do it for the weak and the strong and to each his own

We do it for the main goal so when all the heat is gone

This game wasn't told to me, it was sold to me

And we are never free, no way

Not in Amerika, not Amerika

Our country 'tis of thee, land of liberty

But that'll never be, no way

Not in Amerika, not in Amerika

You only got 2 bucks and give less than a fuck, then you a nigga

Got a nice home and a Lexus truck, you a nigga

World champions and you M.V.P. you a nigga

4 degrees and a Ph.D, still a nigga

You use your platinum card, you need 4 ID's, then you's a nigga

If your skin is brown just like me, then you a nigga

Got a promotion and a fat ass raise, you still a nigga

You from the islands and your peoples wasn't slaves, you a nigga

No matter how much your ass get paid, you still a nigga

Shot by the cops at a traffic stop 'cause you a nigga

That's why I hold toast too, I sell bi coastal, international

They inter-catching you with satellites in deep space

Now who invented niggaz in the first place

And said America is the original birthplace

Who gettin' 10 20 life on they first case, my niggaz

This game wasn't told to me, it was sold to me

And we are never free, no way

Not in Amerika, not Amerika

Our country 'tis of thee, land of liberty

But that'll never be, no way

Not in Amerika, not in Amerika

I'm doin' this one for the kids in the streets who ain't missed a beat

Do it for the deaf and the blind and those who don't eat meat

Do it for all the children of the corn and the unborn

Do it for the speedy trials and all the lies you done sworn

How you gon' keep the man, old Mr. Crooked ass preachin' man

When your whole congregation drivin' a brand new Benz

And writing brand new sins, lyin' on a million men

And all my brothers, sisters, them daddys

And them doin' time in the Penn

This game wasn't told to me, it was sold to me

And we are never free, no way

Not in Amerika, not Amerika

Our country 'tis of thee, land of liberty

But that'll never be, no way

Not in Amerika, not in Amerika

This game wasn't told to me, it was sold to me

And we are never free, no way

Not in America, not America

Our country 'tis of thee, land of liberty

But that'll never be, no way

Not in America, not in Amerika