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

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