Good afternoon from the flight deck Were cruising at 37,000 feet and we just passed over the coast We will be beginning our descent in about a 30 minutes Like to take this opportunity to welcome you to America Ta na na na muchawa ta na na na na
Uh"¨ I was made in America land of the free, home of the brave Right up under your nose you might see a sex slave being traded And will do anything for the money Boy, a momma might sell her babies Sell porn sell pills anything to pay the bills Anything to bring that pay 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 Momma 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 a slave hand But I was made in America So I don't know a thing about that All I know is uncle Sam look-in for me working on his corner so I know I gotta pay tax And this is all I ever known If I'm wrong then you better come save me America
Ta na na na muchawa muchawa Ta na na na muchawa muchawa Ta na na na muchawa muchawa Ta na na na muchawa muchawa
I serve my time for America Got shot shot back with the 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 Pulling sweats hold ticks paranoia Looking out for a threat in own land How they get up in the planes in America People running into buildings Taking out them buildings People getting killed in America Though America ain't feeling me I went to war for this country Turn around came home and you rid of 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 for 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-face To keep y'all fed in America But whats the point of talking a lot of y'all don't really even care America
Ta na na na muchawa muchawa ta na na na Ta na na na muchawa muchawa ta na na na Ta na na na muchawa ta na na na na
Uh, I wish I lived in America Wanna raise my kids in America Heard everybody rich all I gotta do is run jump kick 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'm at a sweatshops making these shirts for y'all Go to bed hungry but I make some exports for y'all Y'all don't know a thing about that 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 Farewell to my mother land Sayin bye to my loved ones Fate hear I come I'm gone to another land I done made it to America But I couldn't get approval to stay so they sent me away from America