Young black America Yeah, I was on that corner, tryna get my coins up Coppers run up on us and we turn to Jackie Joyner White man kill a black man, they never report us Black man kill a white man, they gon' start a war up Mama she was sour, sippin' on

That ain't us, That ain't my America, That ain't My America You want to slam ol' Uncle Sam but I ain't lettin' you Yeah I'm mad as hell and you know I still, bleed red white and blue Sometimes I want to light up underneath the no smoking sign Sometimes I

A-M-E-R-I-C-A Home of the free, the sick and depraved So why the fuck are you looking at me? Ya-a-a-a-ao We take medication to be someone else And we take off our clothes to pay for the bills Where downloading content will buy you a sentence And murder

And the Statue of Liberty started shakin' her fist When you hear mother freedom start ringin' her bell And it feels like the whole wide world is raining down on you Brought to you courtesy of the red white and blue American girls and American guys We'll

I'm bleedin' American gold, gold, gold, yeah, yeah I lost some friends, some friends that I didn't want to I lost some stars, my heart bleeds red, white, and blue I've been in and out of the fire battling for you (oh oh) Bleeding on American soil I bleed

White America! Little Eric looks just like this Erica loves my shit I go to T-R-L, look how many hugs I get I could be one of your kids I Could be one of your kids I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see So many motherfuckin' people who feel

White America! Little Eric looks just like this Erica loves my shit I go to T-R-L, look how many hugs I get I could be one of your kids I Could be one of your kids I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see So many motherfuckin' people who feel

America, America And the red man is right, to expect a little from you And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too Promise and then follow through, America Well I come from, down around Tennessee But the people in California Are nice to me,

Hey, hey what can I say I grew up in the heartland USA I sing it loud and proud and I make a lotta noise I'm an all-American middle class white boy We wasn't rich but we wasn't poor Lived on a cul-de-sac 'til my parents divorced I drove a hand-me-down

Across the lines Who would dare to go Under the bridge Over the tracks That separates whites from blacks Choose sides Run for your life Tonight the riots begin On the back streets of America