Dear America (Intro) lyrics

Dear america, im only what you made me...
Young, black, and f*ckin crazy
Please save me

Im dyin inside
Can't you see it in my eyes?
Im hopeless, fearless on the outside
Gun on my side, sh*t

Maybe if y'all n*ggas build schools instead of prison
Id stop livin the way in livin
Probably not
Im so used to servin rocks and burnin blocks
I ain't never goin stop
Been doin this sh*t all my life
Im a lost cause
But what bout the rest?
Don't them suckas deserve a chance?
Somethin better then shoot outs,liquor stores, and food stamps
Maybe if y'all teach them n*ggas a craft and a trade they wouldn't have to play that corner
You know wha i mean, servin that yay

America, you got a f*ckin problem and i ain't never goin away
There's bout 20 million other motha f*ckas just like me
Reperations is due
And y'all goin pay