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Don't Want to Go to America Video (MV)




Performed By: Victor Rashad
Length: 3:31
Written by: Victor Hill




Victor Rashad - Don't Want to Go to America Lyrics




I don't wanna' go to Merica' no more, more, more
Theres a big fat policeman at the door, door, door
He'll take you from your parents , lock you up in Texas
I don't wanna' go to Merica' no more, more, more
I don't wanna' go to Merica' no more, more, more
Theres a big fat policeman at the door, door, door
He'll take you from your parents , lock you up in Texas
I don't wanna' go to Merica' no more, more, more

African American
Come again
Human being
Christopher Columbus is the first illegal immigrant
How you stand on stolen land and not let the others in
Tired of people lacking empathy it should be common sense
People round you need a hand so you help em' lend a hand
Leave they country seeking freedom then they kids get thrown in cages
If you don't want to help em' then just mind yo' f*cking business
Matter fact I got one better switch places live they conditions
We the people, to form a perfect union must first thing first, must treat humans like humans
Separate religion , way far from politics
Thats the only way to ever make this country great again
Or for the first time, for most folks its never been and if you don't agree with that lets level playing fields
The NRA gone have to speak on this because I'm throwing shots for real
Mix them 808's and first amendmant thats when it get real

I don't wanna' go to Merica' no more, more, more
Theres a big fat policeman at the door, door, door
He'll take you from your parents, lock you up in Texas
I don't wanna' go to Merica' no more, more, more
I don't wanna' go to Merica' no more, more, more
Theres a big fat policeman at the door, door, door
He'll take you from your parents, lock you up in Texas
I don't wanna' go to Merica' no more, more, more

We one nation under God but our God be money bags
Them devils locked us in , they withheld the travel ban
Poverty a living hell , hit you with the realist shit
Though my people live in poverty its someone else's rich
How you survive in America, you be American
How refugees post to survive, they won't even let em' in
Systems built to be my opps
Killing me softly cuz of my skin
Heard they sending guns to space, well oh god damn I need peace here
We the people, to form a perfect union must first thing first, must treat humans like humans
Separate religion, way far from politics
Thats the only way to ever make this country great again
Or for the first time, for most folks its never been and if you don't agree with that lets level playing fields
The NRA gone have to speak on this because I'm throwing shots for real
Mix them 808's and first amendmant thats when it get real

I don't wanna' go to Merica' no more, more, more
Theres a big fat policeman at the door, door, door
He'll take you from your parents, lock you up in Texas
I don't wanna' go to Merica' no more, more, more
I don't wanna' go to Merica' no more, more, more
Theres a big fat policeman at the door, door, door
He'll take you from your parents, lock you up in Texas
I don't wanna' go to Merica' no more, more, more
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I don't wanna' go to Merica' no more, more, more
Theres a big fat policeman at the door, door, door
He'll take you from your parents , lock you up in Texas
I don't wanna' go to Merica' no more, more, more
I don't wanna' go to Merica' no more, more, more
Theres a big fat policeman at the door, door, door
He'll take you from your parents , lock you up in Texas
I don't wanna' go to Merica' no more, more, more

African American
Come again
Human being
Christopher Columbus is the first illegal immigrant
How you stand on stolen land and not let the others in
Tired of people lacking empathy it should be common sense
People round you need a hand so you help em' lend a hand
Leave they country seeking freedom then they kids get thrown in cages
If you don't want to help em' then just mind yo' f*cking business
Matter fact I got one better switch places live they conditions
We the people, to form a perfect union must first thing first, must treat humans like humans
Separate religion , way far from politics
Thats the only way to ever make this country great again
Or for the first time, for most folks its never been and if you don't agree with that lets level playing fields
The NRA gone have to speak on this because I'm throwing shots for real
Mix them 808's and first amendmant thats when it get real

I don't wanna' go to Merica' no more, more, more
Theres a big fat policeman at the door, door, door
He'll take you from your parents, lock you up in Texas
I don't wanna' go to Merica' no more, more, more
I don't wanna' go to Merica' no more, more, more
Theres a big fat policeman at the door, door, door
He'll take you from your parents, lock you up in Texas
I don't wanna' go to Merica' no more, more, more

We one nation under God but our God be money bags
Them devils locked us in , they withheld the travel ban
Poverty a living hell , hit you with the realist shit
Though my people live in poverty its someone else's rich
How you survive in America, you be American
How refugees post to survive, they won't even let em' in
Systems built to be my opps
Killing me softly cuz of my skin
Heard they sending guns to space, well oh god damn I need peace here
We the people, to form a perfect union must first thing first, must treat humans like humans
Separate religion, way far from politics
Thats the only way to ever make this country great again
Or for the first time, for most folks its never been and if you don't agree with that lets level playing fields
The NRA gone have to speak on this because I'm throwing shots for real
Mix them 808's and first amendmant thats when it get real

I don't wanna' go to Merica' no more, more, more
Theres a big fat policeman at the door, door, door
He'll take you from your parents, lock you up in Texas
I don't wanna' go to Merica' no more, more, more
I don't wanna' go to Merica' no more, more, more
Theres a big fat policeman at the door, door, door
He'll take you from your parents, lock you up in Texas
I don't wanna' go to Merica' no more, more, more
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Writer: Victor Hill
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