Dear America (Intro)

Dear America
 I'm only what you made me
 Young, black and fuckin' crazy
 Please save me
 I'm dyin' inside
 Can't you see it in my eyes?
 I'm hopeless, fearless on the outside
 Gun on my side
 Shit, maybe if y'all niggas build schools instead of prison
 I'll stop livin' the way I'm livin', probably not
 I'm so used to servin' rocks and burnin' blocks
 I ain't never gonna stop
 Been doin' this shit all my life
 I'm a lost cause
 And what about the rest?
 Don't them suckers deserve a chance?
 Somethin' better than a shoot-outs, liquor stores and food stamps?
 Maybe if y'all teach them niggas a craft an' a trade
 They wouldn't have to play that corner
 Y'know what I mean? Servin' that yay
 America, you got a fuckin' problem
 An' I ain't never goin' away
 There's about 20 million other muthafuckers just like me
 Preparations is through, y'all gonna pay