Message America
I learned to mix tracks like cats that mix crack
On my own, yeah, on my own, yeah
I learned to break bones without lifting a stone
On my own, yeah, on my own, yeah
I learned how to flip stacks without increasing my tax
On my own, yeah, on my own, yeah
I learned to dunk on clowns without leaving the ground
On my own, yeah, on my own, yeah
Hi America, hey how ya doin?
Let me take a look around and see what you abusing
Hypocritic scumbags judge me for my music
It's too bad for you that I see right through it
I speak the truth I know that's why you're scared
And even worse I'm female with blonde hair
Skinny, white and fair, tiny derriere
Perfect fuckin' bitch to give birth to your heir
Take your sterotypes and your fuckin Bible
A book that holds me down just because I have a vagina
I do all my research, I know all the history
For centuries and centuries a woman isn't shit you see
If we speak up no one gives a fuck
Even if we're raped it's gotta be our fault
Look at how she's dressed like a filthy slut
America the beautiful, you only listen to what you want
See my face, hear my voice, somehow it don't fit
You tried to hold me back I applied the monkey wrench
It's been three decades since I lost my innocence
These empty thoughts in my life left me to reminisce
No more jumping bushes, no more quarter waters
No more little kids, I got a pair of daugthers
Life's laughing at me so I reversed the order
I can't take it easy, gotta make myself stonger
What a phenomeno,n thought we'd never get on
So now it's up to us to get our Obama on
One by one we need to pull up our own pants
And leave that tired thinking buried in the past
Become pillars of the message - yes we can
Do your part to usher in the new plan
United is the nation, divided is what we facing
We need to get together cause America we're erasing
I spent many years fighting many wars
Now I'm in the building 'cause I kicked down the doors
Blue-collar dude without cleaning the floors
Never on all fours, never treated like a whore
They said I couldn't do it, I changed their mind
When they tried to hold me back, I continued to grind
Now I'm on top, six figures this time
I'm the American dream, can you hear me this time
Autor(es): Katie Tropp, Robert Hill