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Dream


You call it the land of the free

while im over here calling it the land with no guarantee

as we from another place are set to sea

tot to come to america

hoping to live the "American Dream"

with the white picket fence hoping to be treated as royalty

                like milady

but in reality

our parents come form the other side of the sea

to see us their children reach or dreams

but thiis ad these upcoming years 

are yet to become what will make history

scared to eenn step out of our houses 

parents scared to even send off to school

instead of being told have a good day its

sons and daughters being told 

keep your head donw,

hoodies off,

dont engage,

and do as your told 

now isnt that just sad

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 and so on

im pretty sure that we have the numbers

so lets stop

stop fighting eachother  and instead work together to fight everthing

wrong with this america

because this may be the america we live in

but this isnt the america we have to live in.

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