Xxx chords

[Intro: Bēkon & Kid Capri]
[Bm]America, God b[Em]less you if it's go[G]od to you
Am[A7]erica, please take my han[Bm]d
Can you h[Em]elp me underst—
New Kung Fu Kenny

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Bm(let ring)
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
Take the gratitude from him
I bet he'll show you somethin', whoa
[Bm]I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin'
[Bm]I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin'
Bm(let ring)
I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin'
I'll chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, "Bitch, I did that!"
X-rated
[Bm]Johnny don't wanna go to school no mo', no mo'
[Bm]Johnny said books ain't cool no mo' (no mo')
[Bm]Johnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousin
Johnny caught a body yesterd[Bm]ay out hustlin'
God bless America, you know we all love him
[Bm]Yesterday I got a call like from my dog like 101
Said they k[Bm]illed his only son because of insufficient funds
He was s[Bm]obbin', he was mobbin', way belligerent and drunk
Talkin' [Bm]out his head, philosophin' on what the Lord had done
He said: "K[Bm] -Dot, can you pray for me?
It's been a fucked up day for me
I k[Bm]now that you anointed, show me how to overcome."
He was l[Bm]ookin' for some closure
Hopin' I could bring him closer
To the sp[Bm]iritual, my spirit do no better, but I told him
"I can't su[Bm]garcoat the answer for you, this is how I feel:
If somebody kill my son, that mean somebody gettin' killed."
Tell me wN.C.
hat you do for love, loyalty, and passion of
All the memories collected, moments you could never touch
I'll w[Bm]ait in front a niggas spot and watch him hit his block
I'll cat[Bm]ch a nigga leavin' service if that's all I got
I'll [Bm]chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Walk mys[Bm]elf to the court like, "Bitch, I did that!"
N.C.
Ain't no Black Power when your baby killed by a coward
I can't ev[Bm]en keep the peace, don't you fuck with one of ours
It be mur[Bm]der in the street, it be bodies in the hour
Ghetto [Bm]bird be on the street, paramedics on the dial
Let s[Bm]omebody touch my mama
Touch my si[Bm]ster, touch my woman
Touch my da[Bm]ddy, touch my n[Bm]iece
Touch my n[Bm]ephew, to[Bm]uch [Bm]my b[Bm]rother
You should ch[Bm]ip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Matter f[Bm]act, I'm 'bout to speak at this convention
Call you back—

[Interlude: Kendrick Lamar]
[Bm]Alright, kids, we're go[C#m]nna talk about gun control
[Bm](Pray for me) Da[C#m]mn!

[Chorus: Bono]
[Bm]It's not a pl[C#m]ace
[Bm]This country i[C#m]s to me a s[Bm]ound of drum and bass[C#m]
You close your e[Bm]yes to look aro[C#m]und

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
[Bm]Hail Mary, J[C#m]esus and Joseph
The great Am[Bm]erican flag
Is wrapped and dr[C#m]agged with explosives
[Bm]Compulsive disorder, [C#m]sons and daughters
[Bm]Barricaded blocks and borders
[C#m]Look what you taught us!
It's murder [Bm]on my street, your st[C#m]reet, back streets
Wall Stre[Bm]et, corporate offices
Banks, emp[C#m]loyees, and bosses with
[Bm]Homicidal thoughts; Donald T[C#m]rump's in office
We lost [Bm]Barack and promised to never d[C#m]oubt him again
But is Ame[Bm]rica honest, or do we b[C#m]ask in sin?
[Bm]Pass the gin, I mix it with A[C#m]merican blood
Then [Bm]bash him in, you Cri[C#m]ppin' or you married to blood?
[Bm]I'll ask again—oops—ac[C#m]cident
[Bm] [C#m] (till chorus)
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]
[Bm]It's not a p[C#m]lace
[Bm]This country is [C#m]to me a s[Bm]ound of drum and [C#m]bass
You [Bm]close your eyes to look ar—