Shyne – Dear America lyrics

Dear America,

I'm only what'cha made me: young, black, and fucking crazy
Please save me
I'm dying inside, can't you see it in my eyes?
I'm hopeless
Fails on the outside
Gun on my side
Shit, maybe if y'all niggaz build school 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 shoot outs, liquor stores and food stamps
Maybe if y'all teach them niggaz a craft in a trade they wouldn't have to play that corner
You know what I mean? Servin' that yea
America? You got a fuckin' problem and I ain't never going away
There is about 20 million other mother fuckers just like me
Reparation is due and y'all gonna pay