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America, God bless you if it's good 
G
to you
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America, please take my hand
         Em
Can you help me underst—
New Kung Fu Kenny

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Bm(let ring)
Throw a steak off the ark
To a pool full of sharks, he'll take
 it
Leave him in the wilderness
With a sworn nemesis, he'll make it
Take the gratitude from him
I bet he'll show you somethin', whoa
Bm
I'll chip a nigga little bit of 
nothin'
Bm
I'll chip a nigga little bit of 
nothin'
Bm(let ring)
I'll chip a nigga little bit of 
nothin'
I'll chip a nigga, then throw the 
blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, 
"Bitch, I did that!"
X-rated
Bm
Johnny don't wanna go to school no 
mo', no mo'
Bm
Johnny said books ain't cool no mo' 
(no mo')
Bm
Johnny wanna be a rapper like his 
big cousin
                            Bm
Johnny caught a body yesterday out 
hustlin'
God bless America, you know we all 
love him
Bm
Yesterday I got a call like from my 
dog like 101
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Said they killed his only son 
because of insufficient funds
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He was sobbin', he was mobbin', way 
belligerent and drunk
        Bm
Talkin' out his head, philosophin' 
on what the Lord had done
           Bm
He said: "K-Dot, can you pray for 
me?
It's been a fucked up day for me
   Bm
I know that you anointed, show me 
how to overcome."
        Bm
He was lookin' for some closure
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Hopin' I could bring him closer
         Bm
To the spiritual, my spirit do no 
better, but I told him
           Bm
"I can't sugarcoat the answer for 
you, this is how I feel:
If somebody kill my son, that mean 
somebody gettin' killed."
         N.C.
Tell me what you do for love, 
loyalty, and passion of
All the memories collected, moments 
you could never touch
      Bm
I'll wait in front a niggas spot and
 watch him hit his block
        Bm
I'll catch a nigga leavin' service 
if that's all I got
     Bm
I'll chip a nigga, then throw the 
blower in his lap
        Bm
Walk myself to the court like, 
"Bitch, I did that!"
N.C.
Ain't no Black Power when your baby 
killed by a coward
          Bm
I can't even keep the peace, don't 
you fuck with one of ours
         Bm
It be murder in the street, it be 
bodies in the hour
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Ghetto bird be on the street, 
paramedics on the dial
     Bm
Let somebody touch my mama
           Bm
Touch my sister, touch my woman
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Touch my daddy, touch my niece
          Bm       Bm  Bm  Bm
Touch my nephew, touch my brother
             Bm
You should chip a nigga, then throw 
the blower in his lap
        Bm
Matter fact, I'm 'bout to speak at 
this convention
Call you back—

[Interlude: Kendrick Lamar]
Bm                     C#m
Alright, kids, we're gonna talk 
about gun control
Bm              C#m
(Pray for me) Damn!

[Chorus: Bono]
Bm           C#m
It's not a place
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This country is to me a sound of
              C#m
 drum and bass
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You close your eyes to look around

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Bm          C#m
Hail Mary, Jesus and Joseph
            Bm
The great American flag
                 C#m
Is wrapped and dragged with 
explosives
Bm                   C#m
Compulsive disorder, sons and 
daughters
Bm
Barricaded blocks and borders
C#m
Look what you taught us!
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It's murder on my street, your 
   C#m
street, back streets
         Bm
Wall Street, corporate offices
          C#m
Banks, employees, and bosses with
Bm                          C#m
Homicidal thoughts; Donald Trump's 
in office
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We lost Barack and promised to 
   C#m
never doubt him again
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But is America honest, or do we bask
C#m
 in sin?
Bm                           C#m
Pass the gin, I mix it with American
 blood
     Bm                  C#m
Then bash him in, you Crippin' or 
you married to blood?
Bm                    C#m
I'll ask again—oops—accident
         Bm                     C#m 
(till chorus)
It's nasty when you set us up
Then roll the dice, then bet us up
You overnight the big rifles, then 
tell Fox to be scared of us
Gang members or terrorists, et 
cetera, et cetera
America's reflections of me, that's 
what a mirror does

[Chorus: Bono]
Bm          C#m
It's not a place
Bm              C#m      Bm     
This country is to me a sound of
          C#m
 drum and bass
    Bm
You close your eyes to look ar—