America the land of the free?
In the land of the free we enslave each other
We're suppose to love, but instead we betray our own sister and brother
We have the chance to overcome, but we hold ourselves back
We settle for our own lies instead of looking for the facts
Everyone's corrupt they believe money means more
The good people try to save the world, but it's becoming a chore
Only we can fix things because we ruined it in the first place
We need to remember it's not a race, but if we find a sliver of good then
we need to chase
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