paroles de chanson My Country - Nas
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
lasso
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
inch,
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
its
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'
dudes
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
system,
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
man
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
flash
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...]
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2 Destroy & Rebuild
3 Smokin'
4 What Goes Around
5 Rewind
6 One Mic
7 Rule
8 Got Ur Self A ...
9 The Flyest
10 Rule
11 Every Ghetto
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