Intro: Mix talks while The Star Spangled Banner plays in the background    Huey B. Newton shot in cold blood in west Oakland  Oliver North receives community service hours  for selling weapons to known terrorists  Tawana was brutally raped, but two fools said she did it to herself  A six hundred million dollar stealth bomber fails to fly successfully  And you say I should be proud of this song  Think about it AMERICA!    Verse One: Sir Mix-a-Lot    I'm living like hell in a world of death  Protectors of the people wear bullet-proof vests  Your little nephew, flipped him a Uzi  Took to the streets, shot em up and then "Who me?"  Locked in a trunk by Republican villains  Pinstripe suits, experts at killin  Civil war, but some want out  Trapped in a box called the ghetto we shout  Headin for the strip cuz the squares ain't hip  Sell a couple keys, make the home boys trip  The president is a dope man's friend  The governments strong but the dope got in  Punish the accused, but the trial was short  A black man's dogged in a all white court  The jury dismissed, prosecutor says, "Can em"  Now I'm ashamed of my national anthem    Verse Two: Sir Mix-a-Lot    The pentagon had a plan for a rescue  They said intelligence never makes miscues  The thirty-first was a day of death  Lieutenant Colonel Higgins, you know the rest  No negotions with a terrorist force  But Iran's still buzzin' offa Oliver North  The Ayatollah's dead but the hearts not gone  The burning of the flag in Iran goes on  Anti-American, we're loved by few  We pay big money to the ones that do  The christian militia, they give us big knowledge  But the pentagon messed up and wouldn't acknowledge  Ollie took orders from the number one man  But the crap hit the fan and superiors ran  Democrats tripped, the committee said can em  Now I'm ashamed of my national anthem    Verse Three: Sir Mix-a-Lot    Am I a communist? No. But my brain ain't slow  Not long ago, Mix-a-Lot was po'  Never helped out by the ones with clout  I was mad at the world cause I felt left out  Stealin hub caps, stereos, anything to get paid  I realize I'm a modern day slave  Posse downtown, the sight was set  I saw my home boys mother with a buggy and a bag  People walk by, laughin at poverty  I looked in her face and I soon saw me  College educated, but she can't get a job  The american dream once again got robbed  Vietnam vets on the street, that's a shame  Fight for the man, and the man plays games  Dogged by the hippies, dope smokin' critics  You blame it on the soldier, but your government did it    My national anthem  My national anthem  You gonna teach me now about the care and feedin of politicians    Verse Four: Sir Mix-a-Lot    Bolivia, Columbia, the CIA  Any similarities, I won't say  But the dope gets in, uncut like P-Funk  Headin over borders in a scent-free trunk  Coffee over dope, but the dog can't sniff it  Remember that lady that was broke, she's widdit  Started with a key, clocked 17 G's  Then got another shipment, pure D  Headin for Brumlen, the money was betta  Rollin in a Porsche, in a cashmere sweater  Crime, revenge, I'm tellin you this  The people that laugh are the people that knows  Her community complained, callin the police  But where was the community when she was in the street  Dope's comin in, it's killin em at random  And I'm ashamed of my national anthem    My national anthem  My national anthem  My national anthem  I'm ashamed of my national anthem    these lyrics are submitted by Konni West