America - Bambu

— 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?