Testo I Don't Feel American - Norman Sann
Testo della canzone I Don't Feel American (Norman Sann), tratta dall'album I Don't Feel American
I used to hate all my Melanin
I used to feel so irrelevant
They put my daddy on medicine
We in America but I don't feel American
Cause they tried to feed us crack and give us heroin
We killed each other and they profit when they bury them
Brown bodies
Yea they been cleaning up my area
Now the Media got all these foreign people scared of us
See Uncle Pookie hit the pipe and now he down bad
My Lil Cousin sold his soul to secure the bag
My life is crazy since a baby been a hot mess
I've seen monsters up close like the Lockness
My patna' Zel hit the streets and took an L,
The block was hot, he hit a lick, he caught a case, and went the jail
Thank the LORD that chain was real, we had to pawn it -paid the bail
Did that diamond test, and prayed when he touched it, it wouldn't didn't fail
We wrestle with these demons like it's hell inside a cell
Ain't no future in this trapping, that I know
But you can't get paid like this from working nine to five up at the store
Just be careful where you running like Jose just mopped the flo
Bet I know
They want fresh blood
Got us sacrificing babies
Showing fake love
Doing drugs going crazy
Now we straight thugs
Ain't no way to travel safely
Now the pusher man got us pushing daisies on the daily
I use to hate all my Melanin
I used to feel so irrelevant
They put my daddy on medicine
We in America but I don't feel American
Those hands outs
Don't need that
Yo fake love
I peeped that
They throw Shade but they .45 don't pop smoke from a phone screen
They brought me they stole me and
They brought stock from the proceeds
They judge us off skin tone
They don't even really know me
Truth
I just went Sojourner Boy I Burna in the booth
I don't need assistance
Throw myself an alley oop
Lost so many friends stated carrying a suit
Cause clout chasing niggaz thought that banging was cute
See my brother turned to Satan smoking Angel Dust
As a youngin' he used to say
Norman you shouldn't hang with us
This banging stuff is dangerous
I really need to hang it up
But being black and working hard
Just don't get you paid enough
Paid in full
By
Breaking rules
He went school
He
Slept and drooled
Had an out through sketching pictures
Even tried to quote them scriptures
But sometimes life ain't always pretty past the smoke and mirrors
Ain't it crazy how he had a family reunion in the prison system
They want fresh blood
Got us sacrificing babies
Showing fake love
Doing drugs going crazy
Now we straight thugs
Ain't no way to travel safely
Now the pusher man got us pushing daisies on the daily
I use to hate all my Melanin
I used to feel so irrelevant
They put my daddy on medicine
We in America but I don't feel American
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Writer(s): Norman Deon Darnell Sanchez
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