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PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.I.
T.I.
Vocals
Skylar Grey
Skylar Grey
Vocals
Tommy Brown
Tommy Brown
Drums
Dernst Emile II
Dernst Emile II
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clifford Harris, Jr.
Clifford Harris, Jr.
Songwriter
Tommy Brown
Tommy Brown
Songwriter
Victoria Monét
Victoria Monét
Songwriter
Dernst Emile II
Dernst Emile II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tommy Brown
Tommy Brown
Producer
Brian Sumner
Brian Sumner
Recording Engineer
Ben Sedano
Ben Sedano
Assistant Recording Engineer
Miles Walker
Miles Walker
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams
Executive Producer
Dernst Emile II
Dernst Emile II
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Too dense
I know radio probably ain't gon' play this
But chopper goin' off in the hood, man, like Afghanistan
Or the Gaza strip somewhere, man
Yeah, we hear it so much, we probably numb to it right now
After all, it's the American way, right?
[Verse 2]
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me (Land of the handgun)
Land of the beautiful (Home of the shotgun)
Cursed by the hate we throw (Ya dead if you ain't got one)
Is this the new national anthem?
(It was like this 'fore I got here, baby, I ain't do it)
Is this the new national anthem?
(I ain't start it, I'm just a part of it, turn it, ay)
[Verse 3]
You say this the home of the brave, I guess
I say this the home of the K's and the vets
All alone with the J's, smokin' yay 'cause he stressed
On chrome, with a TEC, taught to spray for respect
I learned from the best, used to stay in the 'jects
I bought work from the vets, burnin' rubber in the 'Vettes
This as good as it gets, used to play with the rats
Then I got older and learned, stay away from the rats
God blessed this **** to hustle up and make eight figures
Turned from a goon to a great young ****
No complainin', just doin' what it take, young ****
I was raised in a decade of hate, young ****
Always dodgin' police because they hate young ****
And we hate them too, .38 in him shoe
All the change in the system will take him through
He ain't a killer, but he will if you make him do
A homicide, he'll ride, they'll put him on trial
Let him have a life sentence then do it with a smile
And he only 19, he ain't even had a child
As a child, told his mama he'll be gone for a while
And she cried, still they just put him inside
Now she all on her own 'cause her other son died
Listen to the politician as he lied and he lied
He a snake in a suit, tryna hide in disguise
[Verse 4]
Home of the brave and free (Well, damn, officer, what I do?)
Free just to murder me (Now hold up, man, don't shoot, I live over there)
Land of the beautiful (Ay, ay, what you doin', man?)
Cursed by the hate we throw (You trippin', dawg)
Is this the new national anthem? (How many times did it happen to you?)
(What the fuck do you know about bein' a black man in America?)
Is this the new national anthem?
(And you wonder why we walk around strapped, fuck is you sayin'?)
[Verse 5]
For the stars and the stripes, prison bars and the pipe
Young **** rollin' weed in a cigar he can light
Bang red, either blue, sellin' hard and the white
Live by the gun, never run from a fight
Trayvon in a hoodie walkin' through a neighborhood
He didn't do shit to buddy, he didn't have to die, did he?
I guess it's 'cause his dad was a judge in the city
They didn't want him in the pen with the thugs that could get him
A jury of his peers said all was forgiven
But touch one of mine, right or wrong, I'ma kill 'em
Fell 'em with the lead like they put in Martin Luther King head
Like they killed Malcolm X, Edgar Hoover did that
You can catch me in the hood where they shootin' **** at
They don't know if neighborhood or the Hoover did that
Whether Piru, or VL's, or GD's with me, we
Down to uprise from the OG to pee-wee
[Verse 6]
Home of the brave and free (Don't get it fucked up)
Free just to murder me
(If you ain't found somthin' you're willin' to die for, you ain't fit to live)
Land of the beautiful
(To get somethin' you never had, you must be willin' to do somethin')
(You've never done)
Cursed by the hate we throw (I'ma die by mine)
Is this the new national anthem?
(Ay, America, you done created a monster that refuses to be ignored)
(The jig is up)
Is this the new national anthem?
(Yeah, we're doin', we're losin' that shit doin' stupid shit)
(Hell is you changin', dawg? What is you doin'?)
[Verse 7]
Let me ask you somethin'
If the kids are the future
Tell me why you can get more for being a CO
Than you can for bein' a teacher?
Tell me why it means more to the government to pay the people
Who gotta watch over the prisoners
More than the people who gotta keep the children
From becomin' prisoners?
That make sense?
Tell me why nine ounces of crack will get you more time
Than a rape right now?
Tell me why them crazy white boys can tote a gun
But I can't right now?
Yeah, I had felonies, I done did dirt in the streets
ButI ain't never gave nobody didn't deserve it, know what I mean?
I ain't never ran in no public place with no pistol
Shootin' no innocent people
I ain't never ran in no school, killin' no kids
Man, this is the result of you refusing to deal with the issues at hand
We are a product of the environment you places us in
We ain't do it, we just lived through it
[Verse 8]
Home of the brave and free
(Got a message to my people)
Free just to murder me
(Stop waitin' on folks to help you help yourself, it starts with you)
Land of the beautiful
(Get yourself out, reach back, get somebody else out)
Cursed by the hate we throw
[Verse 9]
Is this the new national anthem?
(And that's the way we gon' to get ahead, man)
(Sittin' round waitin' on the government to do somethin' for us)
(Ain't gon' never happen, partner)
Is this the new national anthem? (They don't give a fuck about us)
(But don't play into they hands, partner)
(You makin' it easy for 'em, hell is you doin'?)
Written by: Clifford Harris, Jr., Dernst "D'Mile" Emile II, Tommy Brown, Victoria Monét
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