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Mr America
I'm just an immigrant Nigger
Living a life in the city
Tryna get by with my pennies
Survival is a must
A job is a plus
If they hiring us
They want much higher than us
Proficient, in languages, hieroglyphics
In arts, and statistics
Most of us, already get it
Google degrees were invented
They Deny me, for fun
I'm described as a thug
So I light up the blunt
And get high with the plug
American dream
Wu-Tang American cream
Oreo Merican' cream
Only Americans dream
Of white Pickett fences, their pride is relentless
They hide, behind lives, of who died, in the trenches
I find it pretentious
Did we ride the slave ships
Am I going ape shit? Crazy
I work shifts daily, they call me lazy
Product of the 80s, So I'm just a baby
Woke and alone and afraid that you hate me
Scared to reach out coz my name's complicated
Dare me to speak with an accent from Haiti
Look at what you made me
Immigration changed me
Mr. America
Mr. America
Mr. America
Mr. America
America!
Mr. America
Mr Amerikkka
Mr America
Mr. America
Mr. America
Mr. America
Mr. America
America!
Mr. America
Mr Amerikkka
Mr America
I think the secret Victoria's keeping
Was labor from prison
CCA's making a killing
County corrections are filling
It's survival for us
Meet a cop he could bust
Ain't a cop I could trust
Turn my Light into dust
The rate of recidivism is constantly peaking
Get released, finally free
They welcome you back by the weekend
Kaepernick keep kneeling
Africans keep dreaming
We're fighting for Black Freedom
So we're not hired
I'm driving to work, but Im hoping I'm fired
Coz I'm so sick and tired, of being so sick and tired
The only thing I ever got for free, was a bible
A speech saying be all you can be, here's a rifle
While we're distracted by mass shootings
American false flags
The Banks are on mass lootings
All the people are broke
Then they tell us to vote
Make America Great
Give Americans hope
Coz of racial divisions
Separate and they get us
They inject us religions
Then they poison our kitchens
Mr America, why you don't like me
Your fore-fathers came for the same reason I did
Mr. America
Mr. America
Mr. America
Mr. America
America
Mr. America
Mr Amerikkka
Mr America
Mr. America
Mr. America
Mr. America
Mr. America
America!
Mr. America
Mr Amerikkka
Mr America
I know that I'm a really long way from home
I know I've lost my ways and maybe Jah soon come
I carry half the weight of all my kin from this sun
I know i have to stay coz western union needs funds
My mama passed away my daddy had 6 sons
My bus is 7 bucks a day I only have 6 ones
With no-one to help me
My country is wealthy
I wanna go home
But I'm a slave in this matrix
WRITERS
Kudakwashe Chiremba
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