[Intro: Lofty305]
Ronny J produced it!

[Chorus]
Children of Erica, children of Andre
Thank you America, look what you made me
Fuck you America, cause look what you made me
But honestly, nowhere feels better than home
My deal, I feel this is my land
Inherited through all your sins
See it in my grin, the melanin stuck in my skin
It shines bright when I walk in (yuh)

[Verse 1]
One of the craziest n***as I've ever met was white
Now that's ironic
The lines between me and you are only symbolic
I don't need no fucking dab music to have you like "Holy shit!"
Thinking about my past, I almost shed a tear
The future's here, it's okay
I didn't know it either
Look in the mirror and I saw myself and started falling deeper
Is this song for me or you?
I've recently caught amnesia
Cause the drugs that they feed us
Had me forget what the point of being me was, damn
Child of Rodney, a child of Angela
I wonder if my parents know when they fucked
They were making a masterpiece
It must have been passionate, cause look how I came out
The same issues you gave me is what they scream out
[Chorus]
Children of Erica, children of Andre
Thank you America, look what you made me
Fuck you America, cause look what you made me
But honestly, nowhere feels better than home
My deal, I feel this is my land
Inherited through all your sins
See it in my grin, the melanin stuck in my skin
It shines bright when I walk in (yuh)

[Verse 2]
Thinking of when I was selling CD's at the bus stop
They ain't tell me they ain't want it if it ain't Lil Wayne
It was funny cause I was living in [?] too
Dedicate this to everything I was tryna say, wait
I get too many these moments, I wanna cry too
I ain't never had a friend in the classroom
Now I got thousands of fans, and it feel weird
Cause they don't know what I went through to get here
Maybe I need a moment to stop and paint a picture
I ain't with the internet era, I'm with the real shit
Black people and mental illness don't mix
But somehow most of these n***as ain't got sense
Baby, you know I don't have the answers
I just wish we had better models to raise us
[Bridge]
A child of circumstance, my mother don't trust in love
Hope father will stretch my hands, so maybe I'll catch the world
I know I've been drowning in sin, I hope that you keep me afloat
While I'm stuck on this island surrounded by people that I don't know

[Chorus]
Children of Erica, children of Andre
Thank you America, look what you made me
Fuck you America, cause look what you made me
But honestly, nowhere feels better than home
My deal, I feel this is my land
Inherited through all your sins
See it in my grin, the melanin stuck in my skin
It shines bright when I walk in

[Outro]
In this generation where everyone is glued to LCD screens
And drowning in pixels
Those acid trips remind of what it's really like
It takes me back when we were children of love
And our parents had enough soul to share with us
I remember