Lost In America

Tell me what’s goin’ on

Can you tell me

Can you tell me what’s goin’ on?

Too many real ****

Not enough soldiers

All our history

Lost in America

Step outta line

They assassinate your character

Mama’s gun shoot

Just like Erykah

(Knee in my back

I cannot breathe

But I’m still living)

As shots fire, bullets ricochet

In search of a marvelous getaway

My **** still serve the Sheriff ye’

I heard they had looted the Chic Fil-A

And fuck the police, Imma disobey

I am not religious

But my mother pray

We trippin' more often than Ella Mai

Two dope boys in a Chevrolet

We was given lemons

Made lemonade

Chico DeBarge with the finger wave

The darker the berry you feel a way

From Satchmo to Cab Calloway

Lost in America

Real saints of the latter day

[Chorus - AMA] x2

Too many real ****

Not enough soldiers

All our history

Lost in America

Step outta line

They assassinate your character

Mama’s gun shoot

Just like Erykah

Knee in my back

I cannot breathe

But I’m still living tho

Last year I told all my fam

That a **** could of signed

To Interscope

Present tense

Foot on my chest

Still tryna breathe

See it’s difficult

But I’m still with the shits

Might fuck around

And catch a body for this

400 years hard to forgive

Do this shit for my brothers

Do this for my kids

**** still dying

And they tell me to vote

Slave ship I might jump off the boat

Treat this bitch like the Amistad

It ain’t over till I hear Chaka Khan

[Chorus - AMA] x2

Too many real ****

Not enough soldiers

All our history

Lost in America

Step outta line

They assassinate your character

Mama’s gun shoot

Just like Erykah

Tell me what’s going on

Can you tell me

Can you tell me what’s going on?

Can you tell me

Can you tell me what’s going on? (My Brother)

Can you tell me

Can you tell me what’s going on?

(What’s goin’ on?)

Can you tell me

Can you tell me what’s going on?