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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