Old School

What happened to America?
That's the million dollar question
Preacher teach a million dollars is a blessing
But Jesus taught a different lesson
No wonder I feel pulled in two different directions

I'm from America
Home of the red white and blue, blue collar getting bread like you
Yeah boy I'm from America
Home of the Cadillac coupes and the muscle cars with the hood scoops
You don't hear me, from America
Land of the free home of the brave, everyday man I'm praying for our troops
I'm from America
One nation under God best thing they ever taught me in school
What happened to America

Cause if them red letters true, Lord forgive us we don't know what we do
Who I'm kidding who I'm kidding huh? I know them red letters true
So I pray You spare the red white and blue
And I don't mean to be preachy but somebody got do it
Ain't gotta sell your soul to make it, Father help me prove
And please excuse my lyrics, You know I'm a work in progress
Promise I'll quit cussing once I graduate from college
I study the Bible like I'm study for finals
We in the final days, trying to make it through these trials
Lines are being blurred, guys are being girls
This America? I'm saying bruh, cause lately I ain't sure... you don't hear me

I'm from America
Home of the red white and blue, blue collar getting bread like you
Yeah boy I'm from America
Home of the Cadillac coupes and the muscle cars with the hood scoops
You don't hear me, from America
Land of the free home of the brave, everyday man I'm praying for our troops
I'm from America
One nation under God best thing they ever taught me in school
What happened to America

That question got me losing sleep
My songs are really prayers, I'm just using beats
Two fingers in the air if you're cool with peace
Leave the middle one up there if you're not capisce
Cause if them red letters true, Lord forgive us we don't know what we do
Who I'm kidding, who I'm kidding huh, cause lately wish somebody would
Resurrect my UGk days with diamonds on that wood
Back when I was up to no good, riding round in your hood
Point guard these haters, yeah I hit them boys with no looks
Vogues look mean, got that chrome sitting between
Cadillac Eldorado, damn right that shit clean
Damn right we getting green, this the American dream
Been to New York, Been to LA, every city in between
But my heart reflect Chicago like a picture of the bean
And you know we gotta lean when we pull up on the scene
To the Friday night car show, Saturday barbecue
Usually see a fight or two, been even known to start a few
Sunday morning Church, Sunday afternoon pigskin
Monday back to the grind, Friday do it all again

I'm from America
Home of the red white and blue, blue collar getting bread like you
Yeah boy I'm from America
Home of the Cadillac coupes and the muscle cars with the hood scoops
You don't hear me, from America
Land of the free home of the brave, everyday man I'm praying for our troops
I'm from America
One nation under God best thing they ever taught me in school
What happened to America