Nas, Nashawn - My Country-Banaylo lyrics

Nas

Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸

[Nas, Nashawn - My Country-Banaylo lyrics]

American born, American raised, American made

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)

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

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

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 inherit's the shit
Yo I'm startin to think it's all a scheme
Nobody cares
I know the warden is readin' the scribe

Courts, lawyers and jails
We all slaves in this business
I'm bout to rebel

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

This goes out to Jake Rivera
Revolutionary destroyed by his own country
Just tryin to fight for whats real
This goes out to my
Nigga Malcom Alhazbalishibaz
Just tryin to fight for whats real
This goes out to Martin
All about peace and destroyed
By his own country
This goes out to everybody in the whole world
Just tryin to fight for whats real
To Petrish Lamoumba
Just tryin to fight for whats real
And destroyed by his own people
This goes out to my hood niggas
Coming up every day just tryin to survive
The only way we know how
But see we know too much now
And we seen too much now
So ain't nothing goin stop us now

My country my country my country my country

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