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America The Beatiful...Land of Spacious Skies?
America the Futile...Where Children of Different Races Die
Amerikkka the Hateful...Fueled by the Color of Skin
I America...A Gold Digger who gets a Brother to Spend
Im sure Ya used to love her,like ur other mother
She Changes every day u wake from under covers
From Cracked Pavements to Crack In Faces
leadership's Lackin Braveness,Sendin us Back to Ages
Dark and Strugglesome,Drugs..they Smuggle em in
and sell em to all kinds,from Nerds to Troublesome kids
While We Supportin our kin and payin the government off
as if Poverty wasnt bad enuff,They Keep on Uppin the Costs
We're Stuck in a War,Destined to be Up in a Morgue
When each hour the gun takes about a Dozen or More
The Flag that waves in a breeze,a Salute isnt The Plan
When the switch flips and Executes an innocent man
While Backstabbers Become of men who once Befriended you
the Wounded with no insurance stay in hospitals Unattended to
and how do we fight crime when Criminal Cases are
Based upon being a no name wit a 9 to 5 or a Famous Star
and whos to blame but the face we see in the mirror
each day,reality of Earth Decaying is clearer
How Can Natives Honor Thy Home Land
when one cant even Honor Thy own Man
only a matter of time before God Shows his Heart
to wash our sins away in the second coming of Noah's Ark
We're thrown apart,Feelings diminished to painful sorrow
& the Future's Dim when our sinful past has Slain Tomorrow
I've Came Far tho,far enough it seems to give up
is best when kids are too scared to even lift there chin up
and when u call a bitch a ho,but now u've daughtered one
plus u lost ya son to a cops pistol...over a Water Gun
this life'll make you mad,at a young age with grey hair
you'll count more on the weather to stay fair...
then any system or organization,supposed to better things
Lady Luck is a myth to me,i wonder if she'll ever sing
show me the money,so of this land,i can plot to stray
atop this place,inside the City of my Conscious State
Just many problems not confronted,many lie within us
too stubborn to reveal em,instead they slowly kill us
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See the problem with this is my lips r talkin the talk
while like many others my legs fail to walk the walk
too many people complain,and spend their lives grieving
and whine and whine about the struggle til time's leaving
While my Eye's Seeing A Nation Internally Bleeding
A Quicker Road to Death is what the Currency's Breeding
and its because of the lesser actions we take
no force behind the wise words in speaches we make
Americas Dying slowly,as we seek for what is just
Americas Dying Slowly and its all Because of Us
Americas Dying Slowly,and Repercussions are Felt
When America Dies,We've noone to Blame but Ourselves
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