[Part I]

[Intro: Bēkon & Kid Capri]

America

God bless you if it's good to you

America, please take my hand

Can you help me underst—

New Kung Fu Kenny

[Verse: Kendrick Lamar]

Throw a steak off the ark to a pool full of sharks, he'll take it

Leave him in the wilderness with a sworn nemesis, he'll make it (He'll make it)

Take the gratitude from him, I bet he'll show you somethin', woah (Woah)

I chip a nigga lil' bit of nothin'

I chip a nigga lil' bit of nothin'

I chip a nigga lil' bit of nothin'

I chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap

Walk myself to the court like, "Bitch, I did that X-rated"

Johnny don't wanna go to school no more, no more

Johnny said books ain't cool no more (No more)

Johnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousin

Johnny caught a body yesterday out hustlin'

God bless America, you know we all love him

Yesterday, I got a call, like, from my dog, like 101

Said they killed his only son because of insufficient funds

He was sobbin', he was mobbin', way belligerent and drunk

Talkin' out his head, philosophin' on what the Lord had done

He said, "K-Dot, can you pray for me? It been a fucked up day for me

I know that you anointed, show me how to overcome"

He was lookin' for some closure, hopin' I could bring him closer

To the spiritual, my spirit do know better, but I told him

"I can't sugarcoat the answer for you, this is how I feel

If somebody kill my son, that mean somebody gettin' killed

Tell me what you do for love, loyalty, and passion of

All the memories collected, moments you could never touch

I wait in front a nigga's spot and watch him hit his block

I catch a nigga leavin' service if that's all I got

I chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap

Walk myself to the court like, "Bitch, I did that"

Ain't no Black Power when your baby killed by a coward

I can't even keep the peace, don't you fuck with one of ours

It be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hour

Ghetto bird be on the street, paramedics on the dial

Let somebody touch my mama, touch my sister, touch my woman

Touch my daddy, touch my niece, touch my nephew, touch my brother

You should chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap

Matter fact, I'm 'bout to speak at this convention, call you back"

[Segue: Kendrick Lamar]

Alright, kids, we're gon' talk about gun control (Pray for me)

Damn

[Part II]

[Chorus: Bono]

It's not a place

This country is to me a sound

Of drum and bass

You close your eyes to look around

[Verse: Kendrick Lamar]

Hail Mary, Jesus, and Joseph

The great American flag is wrapped and dragged with explosives

Compulsive disorder, sons and daughters

Barricaded blocks and borders, look what you taught us

It's murder on my street, your street, back streets, Wall Street

Corporate offices, banks, employees, and bosses with

Homicidal thoughts, Donald Trump's in office

We lost Barack and promised to never doubt him again

But is America honest or do we bask in sin?

Pass the gin, I mix it with American blood

Then bash him in, you Crippin' or you married to Blood?

I'll ask again, oops, accident

It's nasty when you set us up then roll the dice, then bet us up

You overnight the big rifles, then tell Fox to be scared of us

Gang members or terrorists, et cetera, et cetera

America's reflections of me, that's what a mirror does

[Chorus: Bono]

It's not a place

This country is to me a sound

Of drum and bass

You close your eyes to look ar—