one The long lost son Born on the 4th of July Raised in the era of heroes and cons That left me for dead or alive I am a nation A worker of pride My
bar In a West End town In a West End town, a dead end world The East End boys and West End girls In a West End town, a dead end world The East End boys
and lovers Admire the military style Praising God and the State Crying tears of pride For all the fools slaughtered For the maimed, the dying And the dead So the Nation
good reason Can't find hope to believe in Drop dead a bullet to my head Your words are like a gun in hand You can't change the state of the nation We
the Bluff or on MLK Since they brough gold back I bought me a gold mack To explode I leave ya back on Old National I'm in a gentlemen's club with
fony laugh as soon as i turn my back they stabbin learn to play fair stop tryna care 10 hoes to 1 nigga bitch learn to share baby you dead ass broke but
to this point, you deserve an explanation For all the hell that you've endured, while helping me reach my destination And this effort to bless the nation
"Drop dead, it doesn't matter" she said "It only hurts when I laugh" she said Sometimes it's never a crime To spend the day in bed She made certain that
't do that to me A bitter debate and a feminine fate Lie in tandem like two precious babes While former gets warmer It's the latter that matters Except on the nation
it i know he's a ? player, but he's not gonna spend it he's been put for much too long, so trust me they thought i lay dead, i was playing pass'em spot
the- champagne for the- champagne for the (HOES) I'm faded and ya'll ain't it I'm Ninja Gaiden and ya'll lil Jayden It's Roc Nation, this my team Go
Famine, cold and pestilential misery Surely this must be a divine damnation Punishment from below Be it devil or demon that reaps this cursed nation
ocean and took to the western sea The great nations of europe in the 16th century Hide your wives and daughters, hide the groceries too The great nations
came back to life, for your protection back the dead of resurrection we came to change the whole completion take this game a new direction last stop
can't count the niggas dyin' lately It's the grave or incarceration I know you hurt but you can't replace 'em You go and dig a hole then erase 'em You just created a smaller nation
and Mr. Jekyll, disrespectful Hearing voices in my head while these whispers echo "Murder murder Redrum" Brain size of a bread crumb Which drug will I end up dead
in his room, possessed him and hoist his bed Till the evilness flows through his blood like poisonous lead Told him each one of his boys is dead I asked