Il testo della Made in america

Jay Z

Sweet king martin
Sweet queen coretta
Sweet brother malcolm
Sweet queen betty
Sweet mother mary
Sweet father joseph, sweet jesus
We made it in america
Sweet baby jesus, ooooh
Oh sweet baby jesus
We made it in america

Oh, sweet baby jesus, we made it in america
Sweet baby jesus, ooooh
Oh, sweet baby jesus, we made it in america

I told my mama i was on the come up
She said you going to school ill give you a summer
Then she met no id and gave me his number
10 years later she driving a hummer
Niggas hustle every day for a beat from ye
What i do? turn around gave them beats to jay
And im rapping on the beat they was supposed to buy
I guess im getting high off my own supply
Downtown mixing fabrics trying to find the magic
Started a little blog just to get some traffic
Old folksll tell you not to play in traffic
A million hits and the web crashes, damn!
South park had them all laughing
Now all my niggas designing and we all swaggin
Ignore the critics just to say we did it
This aint no fashion show, motherf-cker, we live it

Oh, sweet baby jesus, we made it in america
Sweet baby jesus, ooooh
Oh, sweet baby jesus, we made it in america

I pledge allegiance, uh, to my grandma
For that banana pudding, our piece of americana
Our apple pie was supplied through arm & hammer
Straight out the kitchen, shh dont wake nana!
Built a republic, that still stands
Im trying to lead a nation, to leave to my little mans
Or my daughter, so im boiling this water
The scales was lopsided, im just restoring order
Hold up, here comes grandma, whats up yaya?
Whats that smell? oh im just boiling some aqua
No papa, bad santa
The streets raised me, pardon my bad manners
I got my liberty, chopping grams up
Street justice, i pray god understand us
I pledge allegiance to all the scramblers
This is the star spangled banner