Dj Junkaz Lou - Only In America lyrics

(Verse 1) Dude selling rock but he smoke a little Homey caught a body went from grave to the cradle Mama's head on her shoulders but f** more than a little No more days sleeping in the crack spiddle Rats, roaches, mices, racoons, oposoms in the kitchen Speakeasies ain't nothing but a ghetto kitchen Pills like dope bet you make a good living The job force door closed so we keep pushing Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers aunts uncle's all smoking or snorting That sh** that'll change your thinking All stinking, N.A like a new religion Side line phiens with their twelve step tradition Girls under the bridge triking, triffling From Springfield Ave all the way to Kingsessing Came up on this jeep this smoker was jonesing Gave him a buck fifty packthem phiens be hustling (Hook) In America My city skyline is gray In America Another dollar, another day In America God and money go together In America Lies corruption and murder I ain't a k**a but don't push me Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to getting p**y Attempt the same charge mine as well get that body Next stop for you and me the red hot country (Verse 2) She twelve years old wishing to get pregnant He 13 but got a 9 with a long clip He a drop out and used to punishment His next step stareing out a state road fence Child support thugs deep on the corner with drinks Cops blaming blacks on acts of racism Then found out it was a hoax But the caucasian got laid off with out pension The word baby mother replaced concubine But the parents don't teach them the word but how to sing Tags over tags empty crack and weed bags Pollute the Ave with beer in brown bags Phiens collecting cans to support they crack habbit Jump outs with out of state plates n***a get used to it Wear them bright colors motherf**er you a target Michael Nutter got my city vaccant It's B or twin that's my name on the streets I.M.O the stage name A.K.A Willie B Blue line shuttle ain't nothing of the past with a bucket and no rims I still get some a** gunshots and music On the Ave on blast the last will be the first The firs will be the last Husbands cheating on their wife But got a daughter hope the girl Don't get taught the hate from her mother There is a such thing called karma To make the world better it starts with us fathers Section 8 safe house for kingpins On 52nd street you can buy anything (Hook)