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Young black America
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Young black America
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Young black America
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Young black America
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Young black America
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Young black America
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Young black America
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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                             
Felons on your records so them jobs 
A#m
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                               
They was playing ball, fouled him 
  F#
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
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Comin' from the bottom, it's so 
           F#
hard to make a plan
                 G#                
Know them kids beefin', they let it
              A#m
 get out of hand
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 D#m                            F#
OGs never told us nothin' in advance
                G#m                
Young niggas killing young niggas, 
                    A#m
shit is like the Klan, I said
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Told my young nigga, "You the man," 
I said
G#m                             
You don't wanna end up like my man 
A#m
Ahmed
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Praying five times a day, 
    F#
prostration on his head
G#m                              
Screamin' isha Lord that he don't 
A#m
make it to the feds
D#m                         F#
Caught up in the system, visit from 
his sister
G#m                                
Talkin' 'bout all these niggas, how
A#m
 they ain't even with him
D#m                             
Said they would ride or die, but it 
F#
ain't even in 'em
G#m                          A#m
Always postin' on the 'Gram, but hey
 ain't sendin' pictures
D#m                             
Never answer when you call, but 
F#
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                               
Grew up with the goons, now he 
    F#
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                                
Threw a rock out in that field, and
A#m
 got intercepted
D#m                         F#
He stumbled, he fumbled, y'all 
niggas just rumble
G#m                              
They told you to hustle, them niggas
A#m
 don't love you

[Verse 2: The-Dream]
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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                
It's kinda crazy there's another 
                            A#m
world on the other side of town
                              D#m
Pastor rollin' up in that Rolls
Pullin' up in that Holy Ghost
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Preaching, while niggas dying by the
 Bible code
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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]
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Young black America
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Young black America
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Young black America
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Young black America
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Young black America
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Young black America
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Young black America
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Young black America