Lyrics America - Bambu

America

— Rufus Wainwright 'Going To A Town'
I’m so tired of you America
I may just never see you again or might as well
You took advantage of a world that loved you well
I’m going to a town that has already been burned down
I’m so tired of you, America
I feel like packing my bags
My allegiance to American flags
Went away the Navy passed over my dad
And when that judge said «Young man, this is serious charge
I suggest you do the military thing.»
I was gone
Six years to a Corp that sent a boy into war
And the more I studied up I couldn’t do it no more
So can’t nobody tell me shit about my politics
I can bet that most you Tea Baggers never been through what I did
I lived through Kosovo and out in Yemen we kick
Hella doors in civilian villages while in prison my boys will keep going
Neighborhood kept rolling
Got news of more pee wees I knew
Getting smoked
And I spoke of being in it
To defend my country
But my country, kept taking all my homeboys from me
So…
I may just never see you again or might as well
You took advantage of a world that loved you well
I’m going to a town that has already been burned down
I’m so tired of you, America
I got a life to live
Now where was I, oh yeah
I would come home hearing all of this news
'Nother brother from high school having his body viewed
And slowly I knew no matter how many men I salute
I can’t even pay respect to all the people in my hood
No matter how many I shoot for God and country
The people who done raised me, remain hungry
Money money for school and for moving combat units
Took precedence over any college unit
I’m foolish to think
That being a killer for good ol' Uncle Sam
Would translate to a pig treating me like man
But nah
Here I am, getting treated the same
«License and registration, what gang you claim?»
I claim the all powerful, U.S.A
And we can shoot if they fit a certain frame all the same
The day came
Trying to get me to reenlist
Throwing money and shit
Man fuck that shit
I may just never see you again or might as well
You took advantage of a world that loved you well
I’m going to a town that has already been burned down
I’m so tired of you, America
I’ve got a life to live
Never really seem to want to tell the truth ​
I’m so tired of you, America
So what to do now?
Fans hit me up on my Facebook
Talking 'bout they finna join cause they options look
Slim
But what I’m suppose to tell them?
If I ain’t join the service, what my life would’ve been
Would I have been inside that car that took those bullets where Ren was?
Would I have been at the pool hall when they shot that shit up?
Cause all I did was replace the gang with a bigger gang
Junior year of high school, military recruiters came
But I ain’t never seen a single college adviser
Never knew that grants and scholarships were provided
Never knew that I could’ve applied
For a life that didn’t provide rifles to take another man life
But
I did it
Parts of me do regret it
America, gotta go
You can keep the pension
«America, fuck yeah»
Funny accents to American ears
Money packed in the America fears
So money tapped in the American Airs
Got the news screaming, «Terrorists is everywhere»
And it’s apparent
Various legislation is making it impossible to level off the nations
Basic dilemmas
So why let us outta favelas
Right into your prison
Got it
Let me cut the Philippine accent
Shorts and a t-shirt, Philippine fashion
Bottom of the education system, list 'em
From the very bottom is the children
Living in the 808 and the 504
Poor, so they signing up for war
Tour in the Afghan all they understand
Face down, let me see your hands
Sooo
Me don’t speak Americano
Money get funneled right back
Tax
Cigarette packs
Gas
Ahh
Ayo.
Cut that shit off man.
What the fuck?