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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