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Meek Mill feat The-Dream - YBA

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[Chorus: The-Dream]
D#m
Young black America
F#
Young black America
G#m
Young black America
A#m
Young black America
D#m
Young black America
F#
Young black America
G#m
Young black America
A#m
Young black America

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
D#m F#
Yeah, I was on that corner, tryna get my coins up
G#m
Coppers run up on us and we turn to Jackie Joyner
D#m F#
White man kill a black man, they never report us
G#m A#m
Black man kill a white man, they gon’ start a war up
D#m F#
Mama she was sour, sippin’ on the Absolut
G#m A#m
Young niggas brainwashed, they just wanna rap and hoop
D#m F#
Could’ve been a lawyer until they came and shackled you
G#m A#m
Felons on your records so them jobs ain’t gettin’ back at you
D#m F#
Them kids ain’t eat yet, so you can’t even sleep yet
G#m A#m
That’s the only thing we ever saw, we repeat that
D#m F#
They was playing ball, fouled him hard, said I’d be back
G#m
Broad day, threw his life away, soon as he clapped
D#m F#
Gave that boy a life sentence, made his momma relapse
G#m
Damn, they don’t understand
D#m F#
Comin’ from the bottom, it’s so hard to make a plan
G# A#m
Know them kids beefin’, they let it get out of hand
D#m F#
OGs never told us nothin’ in advance
G#m A#m
Young niggas killing young niggas, shit is like the Klan, I said
D#m F#
Told my young nigga, “You the man,” I said
G#m A#m
You don’t wanna end up like my man Ahmed
D#m F#
Praying five times a day, prostration on his head
G#m A#m
Screamin’ isha Lord that he don’t make it to the feds
D#m F#
Caught up in the system, visit from his sister
G#m A#m
Talkin’ ’bout all these niggas, how they ain’t even with him
D#m F#
Said they would ride or die, but it ain’t even in ’em
G#m A#m
Always postin’ on the ‘Gram, but hey ain’t sendin’ pictures
D#m F#
Never answer when you call, but answer for them bitches
G#m A#m
Got you thinking twice, damn I should’ve been a witness
D#m F#
Dismantle my business, just telling my story
G#m A#m
All guns, no glory, been going on before me
D#m F#
We slaves in the ’40s, still slaves in the present
G#m A#m
No toys for Christmas, ain’t get us no presents
D#m F#
Only made us evil, made us hungry, made us desperate
N.C.
Youngin’ in the 9th grade, he got a Smith and Wesson
D#m F#
Grew up with the goons, now he need protection
G#m A#m
He dropped outta school, then he got arrested
D#m F#
Lord with a blessing, I just hope he learned his lesson
G#m A#m
They told us, if we go to jail, we would be respected
D#m F#
They told us, if we make a sale, we would run a check in
G#m A#m
Threw a rock out in that field, and got intercepted
D#m F#
He stumbled, he fumbled, y’all niggas just rumble
G#m A#m
They told you to hustle, them niggas don’t love you

[Verse 2: The-Dream]
D#m
Young black American, (na na)
F#
Wanna live like the fairer skin, (na na)
G#m
Fall to the paradigm, (na na)
A#m
Occupied on that Marilyn, (na na)
D#m
The prophecies of the wild nigga, no church
F#
My uncles said stop bitching nigga, no skirts
G#m A#m
It’s kinda crazy there’s another world on the other side of town
D#m
Pastor rollin’ up in that Rolls
Pullin’ up in that Holy Ghost
F#
Preaching, while niggas dying by the Bible code
D#m A#m
The destruction, the hate
D#m A#m
The obstruction of my faith
N.C.
My prayers, my faith
Will never be the same

[Chorus: The-Dream]
D#m
Young black America
F#
Young black America
G#m
Young black America
A#m
Young black America
D#m
Young black America
F#
Young black America
G#m
Young black America
A#m
Young black America

[Intro – The Dream] Young Black America Young Black America Young Black America Young Black America Young Black America Young Black America [Veres 1 – Meek Mill] I was on that corner, Tryna get my coins up Coppers runs up on us and we turn to Jackie Joyner White man k** a black man, they never report us Black man k** a white man, they gon' start a war Mama she was sour, sipping on the absolute Young n***as brainwashed, they just wanna rap and hoop Could've been a lawyer until they came and shackled you Feel into the records so them jobs ain't getting back at you Them kids ain't eat yet, so you can't even sleep That's the only thing we ever saw, we repeat that They was playing ball, find them hearts that I beat back Broad day, threw his life away, soon as he clapped Gave that boy a life sentence, made his momma relapse Damn, they don't understand Coming from the bottom, it's so hard to make a plane Know them kids beefing, they let it get out of hand OGs never told us nothing in advance Young n***as k**ing young n***as, sh** is like the Klan, I said Told my young n***a, you the man, I said You don't wanna end up like my man, hot mess Praying five times a day, prostration on his head Screaming is there a lord and he don't make it to the feds Caught up in the system, visit from his sister Talking bout all this n***as, how they ain't even with him They said they would ride or die, but it ain't even in 'em Always posting on the ‘gram, they ain't sending pictures Never answer when you call but answer for them b**hes Got you thinking twice, damn I should've been a witness Dismantle my business, just telling my story All guns no glory Been going on before me, we slaves in their forties Still slaves in the present No toys for Christmas, ain't get us no presents Only made us evil, made us hungry, made us desperate Younging in the 9th grade, he got a Smith and Wesson Grew up with the goons, now he need protection He dropped outta school, then he got arrested Lord with a blessing, I just hope he learnt his lesson They told us, if we go to jail, we would be respected They told us, if we make a sale, we would run a check in Threw a rock out in that field, and got intercepted He stumbled, he fumbled, young n***as just rumble They told you to hustle, them n***as don't love you [Verse 2 – The-Dream] Young black American,(Na na) Wanna live like the fairer skin (Na na) Fall to the paradigm (Na na) Occupied on that Merilyn (Na na) The prophecies of the wild n***a, no church My uncles said stop b**hing n***a, no skirts It's kinda crazy there's another world on the other side of town Pastor rolling up in that Rolce Pulling up in that Holy Ghost Preaching, while n***as dying by the Bible code That's the struggle of (?) The hate, the (?) My faith, my prayers My faith will never be the same [Outro – The-Dream] Young Black America Young Black America Young Black America Young Black America Young Black America Young Black America Young Black America Young Black America Young Black America Young Black America Young Black America
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