American born, american raised, american made      [chorus 2x]   My country shitted on me (my country)   She wants to get rid of me (naw, never)   Cause the things I seen (we know too much)   Cause the things I seen (we seen too much)      [verse 1 (nas)]   It was packed on the ryker's bus   The tight cuffs is holdin' me shackled   The life of a thug caught in the devil's lap   On the streets I was invincible   Cowards would duck at a glimpse if they knew   What my pistol would do, a fuckin' killa   Mothers of dope fiend embarrassin' me   All in front of my friends   In the street smile with no teeth   I never knew daddy, heard he had a 72 caddy   Died in a robbery, can't remember him, was probably 3   Why didn't my folks just die in this society   Why wasn't I a child of a doctor, who left stocks for me   Two little brothers, two sisters, them shortiez gots to eat   Mother's a junkie, she twisted, so all they got is me   I'm the provider, with goals to do much better than my father   Whether through drugs sold, or holdin' revolvers   Blurry visions of dad holdin' me high   It comes to me slowly, the words he would cry      [repeat chorus]      [verse 2 (millenium thug)]   It is I that step up   Me that don't give a fuck, you that bold, then it's all over soldier   Hummers and range's through the desert   Fuck a 20 years, long as we got gas and we got water   Troopers lookin' for manslaughter   I gotta get back, for what they owe   Shoot'em in the back for the get back   Lead through shit bag, hold tie gag   Forget the life had, now we all rebels   Everything burnt down includin' the ghetto   We can see 4 miles the land it's major rubble   And debris from the earth as we knew crumble   Yo you could see the sea   And the stars look closer to me   I'm a mad man, this is a real life movie mad max   S-k's, ak's max, abr's spittin' and it ain't a rap   My mommy dearest pray for me hopin' I come back   But yo      [repeat chorus]      [verse 3 (nas + millenium thug)]   Yo, I'm sittin' behind these prison walls   I got this pen and pad wishin' on a visit, god   Brothers is here for homicide and yo, it's some for rape   Some brothers innocent, I pray that I could just escape   How is the war   And yo I'm wishin' I was in your shoes   Holdin' machine guns   Clean fun shootin' ducks with fatigues on   Anywhere is better than this   It's america's plan every color of man inherits the shit   Yo I'm startin to think it's all a scheme, nobody cares   I know the warden is readin' the scribe   [mt] but yo I swear, it's a billion dollar business   Courts, lawyers and jails   We all slaves in this business, I'm bout to rebel      [verse 4 (millenium thug)]   There's not a bitch in sight   All block bench, all block gates   All gray fence, look who fucked it all up, mr. president   I remember yesterday we was on the block gettin' bent   Now it's state of the art   I just saw the first dude I met here, his head came apart   What a bloody mess, a slug fest   I just buried 8 of mine, at night I hear grown men cryin'   You know I'm spittin' mine   I ain't goin' out here, we gotta win   Everytime I hear the wind I think a slug went in   I'm checkin' my chest, holdin' my head   Catchin' my breath, watchin' my back   Smokin' this grass, beatin' my dick, thinkin' of ass   I don't know what they broadcast, the news hash is fake   Everyday I'm feelin' like you, I wanna escape   And if y'all niggas feelin' like me, y'all niggas just say      [repeat chorus]      [nas talking...]