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I cant call myself an american


Why is it time to be afraid, to be ashamed in this game

The game where life is squeezed away, we wheeze and say I can't breath

In a world where my president is a killer and a threat

Dozens say that he touched and brushed when it wasn't ok

I hear big nose and I flinch

Where aniti-semitisim doesn't exist

Why do i go to school but im afraid of a shooter

I hear boom on tv and am now afraid that it will happen to me

Why am i afraid and ashamed to call myself an american

In A country who fought for their rights, In a country who broke all standards

In that very same land I stand and I can't call myself an american.

 
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