Ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon from the flight deck. We’re cruising at 37,000 feet, and we just passed over the coast. We’ll be beginning our descent in about 30 minutes. I’d like to take this opportunity to welcome you to America

I was made in America
Land of the free
Home of the brave
And right up under your nose
You might see a sex slave being traded
And we’ll do anything for the money
Boy, a mama might sell her babies
Sell porn, sell pills
Anything to pay the bills
Anything to bring that paper
Gotta scratch that itch
Gotta scratch them ticks
Ain’t rich, but I might be
And I’mma shoot these flicks
I’mma turn these tricks
Anything for a slight fee
Yeah, made in America
Mamma told me that I belong here
Had to earn our stripes
Had to learn all rights
Had to fight for a home here
But I wouldn’t know a thing about that
All I know is drugs and rap
I probably could have been some kinda doctor
Instead of holding guns and crack
I was born in the mainland
Great-grandpa from a strange land
He was stripped away and given bricks to lay
I guess you could say he was a slave here
But I was made in America
So I don’t know a thing about that
All I know is uncle sam looking for me working on his corner so I know I gotta pay tax
Gettin' paid in America
I was raised in America
And this is all I ever known
If I’m wrong then you better come save me America

Ta na na na muchawa muchawa
Welcome to America

Man I’d die for America
I served my time for America
Got shot back went to war
Got back and ain’t nobody give a jack in America
I could lost my life boy I lost my wife
I can’t even get right in my home land
Cold sweats, whole ticks, paranoia
Looking out for a threat in own land
I was trained in America
How they get up in the planes in America
Flew them right into the buildings
Taking out civilians
People getting killed in America
And I’m still in America
Though America ain’t feeling me
I went to war for this country
Turn around came home and you drillin' me
When y’all free here saying you don’t wanna be here
Well you probably couldn’t breathe here if I didn’t load a couple magazines here
Y’all just complain in America
I’m jumping out of military planes from America
Aye I was made in America
That’s why I’m out here saving America
I got a brother in the cemetery now
'Cause he wanted y’all safe
And everybody want the freedom but nobody want to hear about faiths
We bled for America
To keep y’all fed in America
But what’s the point of talking a lot of y’all don’t really even care America

I wish I lived in America
Wanna raise my kids in America
Heard everybody rich all I gotta do is run jump kick
I’m a hit in your area
So please pick me America
I know you probably never loved me
You never hear about me on the news
And you’ve probably never been to my country
I hear you selling education and got clothes that you throw away
Got plenty food in your nation
I can tell cause a lot of y’all are over weight
I already work for y’all
I’m at a sweatshops making these shirts for y’all
Naw I ain’t gettin' money
Go to bed hungry but I make some exports for y’all
Y’all don’t know a thing about that
You was made in America
I’m trying to find me a ticket
Where the sky is the limit catch a plane to America
It should be plain to America
Y’all blessed people got it made
Heard y’all don’t play no more
Y’all ain’t saved no more
Y’all looking for another way
Well I hope it ain’t true
But I’m packing my suit
Farewell to my mother land
Said bye to my loved ones
Fate here I come I’m gone to another land
I done made it to America
I’m amazed at America
But I couldn’t get approval to stay so they sent me away from America

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