XXX. (feat. U2.)

America, God bless you if it's good to you
America please take my hand
Can you help me underst-

Throw a steak off the yacht to a pool full of sharks he'll take it
Leave him in the wilderness with a [?] in my six you'll make it
Take the gratitude from him, I bet he'll show you something woah
I trip a [bad word] little bit of nothin'
I trip a [bad word] little bit of nothin'
I trip a [bad word] little bit of nothin'
I trip a [bad word] little bit of nothin'
I trip a [bad word] then throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like [bad word] I did that x-rated

Johnny don't wanna go to school no more, no more
Johnny said books a cool no more
Johnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousin
Johnny caught a body yesterday out hustlin
God bless America you know we all love him

Yesterday I got a call like from my dog like 101
Said they killed his only son because of insufficient funds
He was sobbin', he was mobbin' way belligerent and [bad word] 
Talkin' out his head philosphin' on what the lord had done
He said, "K-Dot can you pray for me, its been a [bad word] up day for me
I know that you anointed show me how to [bad word] quot;
He was lookin' for some closure hopin' I could bring him closer to the spiritual
My spirit do no better but I told him
"I can't sugar coat the answer for you, this is how I feel
If somebody kill my son that mean that somebodies gettin' killed
Tell me what you do for love, loyalty and passion of
All the memories collected moments you could never touch
I wait in front a niggas spot and watch him hit his block
I catch a [bad word] leavin' service if that's all I got
I chip a [bad word] then throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like " [bad word] I did that"
Ain't no black power when your baby killed by a coward
I can't even keep the peace, don't you [bad word] with one of ours
It be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hour
Ghetto [?] on the street, paramedics on the [?]
Let somebody touch my momma, touch my sister, touch my woman
Touch my daddy, touch my niece, touch my nephew, touch my brother
You should chip a [bad word] then throw the blower in his lap
Matter fact, I'm about to speak at this convention call you back

It's not a place, this country is to be a sound of [bad word] and bass
You close your eyes to look around

Hail Mary, Jesus and Joseph
The great American flag is wrapped and dragged with explosives [bad word] disorder, sons and daughters
Barricaded blocks and borders
Look what you taught us, it's murder on my street
Y'all street, back streets
Wall street, corporate offices, banks
Employees and bosses with homicidal thoughts
Donald [bad word] #39;s in office, we lose Barack and promised to never doubt him again
But is America honest or do we bask in sin?
Pass the chin, I mix it with American blood
Then bash him in, you crippin' or you married to blood
I'll ask again, oops, accident
It's nasty when you set us up then roll the dice then bet us up
You overnight the big rifles then tell Fox to be scared of us
Gang members or terrorists etc. etc
Americas reflections of me
That's what a mirror does

It's not a place, this country is to be a sound of [bad word] and bass
You close your eyes to look around