"American" This So Called Title We Hold

                          "American" This so called title we hold

                             This world is tremendously cold 

                            "American" This so called title we hold 

                             In this life we can't do nothing but fold

                          "American" This so called title we hold     

                            What is this movement the society is constantly trying to mold?

                           "American" This so called title we hold

                            Pain, Suffering, Torturing young to old        

                          "American" This so called title we hold

                           Everyday finding new ways to be sold

                                  No courage No bravery

                             Jus lies to keep us in slavery

                            The constant critics, labeling us as menaces

                           Not to sound arrogant but what is it like to really feel American?

                        We're supposed to be primary but treated as secondary

                      A place we're supposed to call home 

                    This so called love for us to me feels generic

                When we're forced to roam on our own

               So much violence in the world today causing us to be so hysteric

            It's no comparison when trying to keep the faith always making us contemplate             

               Always making us feel unsafe in a place that's to be called our own

                         Just a bunch of unknowns

                    In this life we was so graciously loaned our life is a war zone

                 We will reap what we've sown against those who dared to to cast that stone         

                First shall be last and last shall be first

             It's time to break this curse hopefully before all end up in that hearse 

            Trying to save the whole universe from this disaster, but it's worse and worse every year after

            Just another new way to be captured 

            So what is this life?

           Almost down to no strife, sacrifice in this everyday crisis making it hard to survive

          So where's the good? is it hidden behind the woulds and shoulds? or the maybe we coulds? 

         If we was so different, why do we all have the same name Americans?'

        That's what we are supposed to claim or be put to shame

          Color,Gender,Race we all have the same face 

       So in this case now i know why we've been told "American" This so called title we hold