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Children of Erica, children of Andre Thank you America, look what you made me f*ck you America, cause look what you made me But honestly, nowhere feels better than home My deal, I feel this is my land Inherit it through all your sins See it in my grin, the melanin stuck in my skin It shines bright when I walk in, yuh One of the craziest niggas I've ever met was white Now that's ironic The lines between me and you are only symbolic I don't need no f*cking dab music to have you like "Holy shit!" Thinking about my past, I almost shed a tear The future's here it's okay, I didn't know it either Look in the mirror and I saw myself and started falling deeper Is this song for me or you? I've recently caught amnesia, cause the drugs that they feed us Had me forget what the point of being me was, damn Child of Rodney, a child of Angela I wonder if my parents know when they f*cked They were making a masterpiece It must have been passionate, cause look how I came out The same issues you gave me is what they scream out Children of Erica, children of Andre Thank you America, look what you made me f*ck you America, cause look what you made me But honestly, nowhere feels better than home My deal, I feel this is my land Inherit it through all your sins See it in my grin, the melanin stuck in my skin It shines bright when I walk in, yuh Thinking of when I was selling CD's at the bus stop They ain't tell me they ain't want it of any Lil Wayne It was funny cause I was living in [?] too Dedicate this to everything I was tryna say, wait I get too many these moments, I wanna cry too I ain't never had a friend in the classroom Now I got thousands of fans, and it feel weird Cause they don't know what I went through to get here Maybe I need a moment to stop and paint a picture I ain't with the internet era I with the real shit Black people and mental illness don't mix But somehow most of these niggas ain't got sense Baby you know I don't have the answers I just wish we had better models to raise us A child of circumstance, my mother don't trust in love Hope father will stretch my hands, so maybe I'll catch the world I know I've been drowning insane, I hope that you keep me afloat While I'm stuck on this island surrounded by people that I don't know Children of Erica, children of Andre Thank you America, look what you made me f*ck you America, cause look what you made me But honestly, nowhere feels better than home My deal, I feel this is my land Inherit it through all your sins See it in my grin, the melanin stuck in my skin It shines bright when I walk in, yuh In this generation where everyone is glued to LCD screens And drowning in pixels Those acid trips remind of what it's really like It takes me back when we were children of love And our parents had enough soul to share with us I remember
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