Back in America

As I walk these streets that I've known since a child

With so much a-changin', I don't recognize you no more

When my mama said, "Girl, you'd better leave it alone"

Been ten years you're gone now, you can't call this place your home

And I hear the preacher beating down in the back of my head

Telling me to turn a cheek, but I can't look away

I've seen so many brothers in the street, begging me to a-look a-their way

But I've become so numb that I can't see your pain, no, no

Back in America

When this was my home I couldn't see the destruction

With so much corruption, baby, I lay my head to cry

These streets, these walls, these homes without shelter or care

People calling out in vain, but no one seems to care

Back in America

Back in America

Back in America

Back in America

I don't know this place no more

Back in America

But I see all the pain

Back in America

I can't call this place my home

Back in America