Welcome To America
Black Thought Lyrics


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Welcome to America
Where you can dream, as long as you can breathe
You can be the muthafuckin' President of United States
Or get murdered right on these streets
Welcome to America

The sins of the father, my pop gave me to suffer
The friends I would follow was crack babies and hustlas
It's steel sharpen steel on the block, made me a cutler
My pen is from the future like Octavia Butler (welcome to America)
My grandmother sutured a flag from bloody cotton
The fruits of her labor alas already rotten (welcome to America, yeah)
My man said, "Yo, it's crazy how fast that we've forgotten"
That we used to pull boxes and plows like we were oxen and cows
Without an option, and now it's this glorious
Victorious, story only pitched, for me to shut it down
They sold some of us down the rivers
It's such a poor level of thought, I get the shivers
It's insidious and it's always been hideous
I had to tread water and run, be amphibious
They do you so dirty for one, yo what's cleanliness?
It make you wanna let off a gun, until the emptiness like

Preach now lover, preach now lover
Got me runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Welcome to America

Yo, I'm ill-fated and hated, I'm hella melinated
Blackness is my religion, to that I'm dedicated (welcome to America)
I follow the laws of nature, by which I'm regulated
The universe, my university, I'm educated
This one is for my very revolutionaries
Out here keepin' it a hundred, even though the truth is heavy
Who stand firmly and see that life is a journey
That either God or the gurney, my public defender burned me
So did the district attorney, in a turbulent trial
They told me that time is master, well I'm servin' it now
Tell my family I'll be makin' my return in a while
And every symbol of oppression I'll be burnin' it down

Welcome to America
Where you can dream, as long as you can breathe
You can be the muthafuckin' President of United States
Or get murdered right on these streets
Welcome to America
Land of the brave, and home of the free
You can be a saint or a sinner, or a billionaire
Or just stand on your feet
Welcome to America
(Keep on runnin', runnin')
America, oh Lord
(Keep on runnin', runnin')
Welcome to America
(Keep on runnin', runnin')
America, oh yeah

'Cause when it's over, the world ain't over
What they say is what we'll do
We have power, still have power
And that's what we cannot lose

Runnin' in the shadows, got my eye on the sparrow
Tomorrow may not come, at least my soul felt this love
If I let you go, at least my soul felt this love
Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now

Now, a black soul never passes alone
If its blood spilled on the ancestors ashes and bone
From a pure heart, the Lord fashioned after his own
We're packaged and flown to the essence of his African throne
For every lost body, crossed, tarred, feathered, and tossed
It's no way I could measure the course, or ever exhaust
But whether it's yours or mine, this American clause
Has never been solved, while history was runnin' its course
I ran hard from Jamestown, where slaves Jesus and found
Demons that never be charged with malfeasance, I sat
Through they revival, although I never found credence, I found
That we had never know shit about freedom
I been charged with treason, I been scarred and freezin'
I been called a nigga, and then called a heathen




When hounds found me, they couldn't even tell if I was breathin'
In America where on black man it's open season

Overall Meaning

The song โ€œWelcome to Americaโ€ by Black Thought portrays America for what it truly is. He talks about how people come to America to live their dreams and fulfill their desires, but also about what people are exposed to in America, including murder and oppression. He mentions the sins of the father and the generation that came after and how this affected his life. He credits the steel-sharpening-steel mentality of the block for turning him into a wordsmith with a pen from the future, capable of crafting rhymes that haunt people's minds. Black Thought describes the new America where we have forgotten our past and how people have started to embrace a new version of history.


The verses include some exciting wordplay, such as "my grandmother sutured a flag from bloody cotton, the fruits of her labor alas already rotten," and "blackness is my religion, to that I'm dedicated." This is a protest song that challenges America to recognize the oppression that Black people have undergone and the constraints that they face, particularly mentioning the way they are criminalized and become easy targets of discrimination. However, he ends the song with hope for the black soul, emphasizing that every African American life that has been lost will meet with the ancestors' ancestors and will eventually reach the African throne.


Line by Line Meaning

Welcome to America
Black Thought welcomes the listener to America


Where you can dream, as long as you can breathe
America allows everyone to dream and aspire for greatness as long as they are alive


You can be the muthafuckin' President of United States
Anyone can become the President of the United States


Or get murdered right on these streets
America is a country of contrasts where one can also get killed on its streets


The sins of the father, my pop gave me to suffer
Black Thought's father's legacy left him to suffer from the consequences of his actions


The friends I would follow was crack babies and hustlas
Black Thought was influenced by people who faced drug addiction and criminal activities


It's steel sharpen steel on the block, made me a cutler
The harsh realities of the streets helped to sharpen Black Thought's skills and survival instincts


My pen is from the future like Octavia Butler
Black Thought's writing has a futuristic insight like that of science fiction writer Octavia Butler


My grandmother sutured a flag from bloody cotton
Black Thought's grandmother made a flag from cotton that represented the blood of slaves who worked on plantations


The fruits of her labor alas already rotten
The results of all the hard work done by Black Thought's ancestors were already spoiled by the time he came of age


My man said, "Yo, it's crazy how fast that we've forgotten"
Black Thought's friend commented on how quickly society forgets the struggles of the past


That we used to pull boxes and plows like we were oxen and cows
Black Thought's ancestors used to work like animals and were treated with no respect


Without an option, and now it's this glorious
Despite having no options in the past, the current generation is achieving glory


Victorious, story only pitched, for me to shut it down
Black Thought doesn't believe the story of victory has been fully told and wants to continue to point out injustices


They sold some of us down the rivers
Black people were sold and transported like goods during the slave trade


It's such a poor level of thought, I get the shivers
The horrendous ways African Americans have been treated is so awful that it sends chills down Black Thought's spine


It's insidious and it's always been hideous
The way the system treated African Americans is evil and has been for a long time


I had to tread water and run, be amphibious
Black Thought had to be able to handle any situation that came his way to survive


They do you so dirty for one, yo what's cleanliness?
The system treats Black people terribly for no good reason


It make you wanna let off a gun, until the emptiness like
The frustration of being treated poorly to the point of wanting to shoot someone is overwhelming


Preach now lover, preach now lover
A call for someone to speak the truth and stand up for what is right


Got me runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Black Thought is always on the move, running away from danger and fighting for what he believes in


Land of the brave, and home of the free
America is known for being the country that prides itself on bravery and freedom


You can be a saint or a sinner, or a billionaire
People can be anything in America, no matter their moral compass or financial status


Or just stand on your feet
People can simply exist in America without being anything extraordinary


And that's what we cannot lose
Despite the problems, America still has power in its people and that is something that cannot be lost


Got my eye on the sparrow
Black Thought is always on the lookout and aware of his surroundings


Tomorrow may not come, at least my soul felt this love
Black Thought is appreciating the moments he has because tomorrow is never guaranteed


For every lost body, crossed, tarred, feathered, and tossed
For every African American who lost their lives due to atrocities such as lynching, Black Thought remembers and honors them


It's no way I could measure the course, or ever exhaust
The suffering and injustices faced by Black people in America cannot be fully measured or expressed


But whether it's yours or mine, this American clause
The issues and system affecting Black Americans is a problem for everyone in America, not just the Black population


Has never been solved, while history was runnin' its course
The systemic issues that America faces have been around for a long time and have yet to be corrected


I ran hard from Jamestown, where slaves Jesus and found
Black Thought tried to escape his past in Jamestown, where slaves were forced to find refuge in religion


Demons that never be charged with malfeasance, I sat
People responsible for causing harm to the Black population have never been held accountable for their actions


Through they revival, although I never found credence, I found
Black Thought never found any solace in organized religion but found hope in other places


That we had never know shit about freedom
Despite the idea of America being a country of freedom, the Black population has never truly experienced true freedom and equality


I been charged with treason, I been scarred and freezin'
Black Thought has faced criminal charges and has been left traumatized and cold by the system


I been called a nigga, and then called a heathen
People have attacked Black Thought both racially and religiously


When hounds found me, they couldn't even tell if I was breathin'
Black Thought has been so abused by the system that he's been mistaken for dead


In America where on black man it's open season
Black people are treated like animals to be hunted in America




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Written by: Tariq Trotter, Delano Matthews

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@PrinceDomG

โœŠ๐Ÿฝ โ€œblackness my religion, to that Iโ€™m dedicatedโ€ ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿฝ

@MCJanota

Oh my god ๐Ÿ˜ฒ thank you for this Black Thought๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ

@xanthe3155

"My pen is from the future like Octavia Butlerย "๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ

@zoe-nu1vy

โ€œSins of my father my pop gave me to sufferโ€ generational trauma ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฝ

@magnumopus1278

Life changing bars. Thanks be unto you @blackthought for all your awesomeness. Thus shall never be lost on me. I shall fallow by example and Send It accordingly. I promise. Be well you Legend.

@rmorton19147

How can that many people dislike this real shit?

@maxwelllino2336

Fluck em ๐Ÿ’ฏ

@Mookaron

The truth is not meant for everyone. It's a small circle of people that get it. Everybody else wanna party.

@cdot2officialx_

Racists people, you know.

@g1churchboy

"I'm ill-fated, I'm hated, I'm hella melanated."
-Black Thought, 2021 ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ

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