AmeriCAIN

America The Great

Or Shall i Say america The Hate

We're The Image Of The Land For Heavens Sake

And We keep Increasing Our Murder Rate

Killed By An Officers , A Black Man's Fate

Deported,Is The Hispanic For Coming A Year Too Late

If Its Not Benefitting Them The Eagles Turns To The Snake

Give Us Dirty Water Because We Dont Use The Fresh Water Lake

Breifcase Inherited By The Line, The Rest Inherit The Rake

So Is This america The Land Of The Free

Where You Protect i Before We

The Nation Built On The Idea Of Unity

Laugh At the Statement

This Is AmeiCAIN

Land Of Our Brother, Slain

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