Just America
Stop do not not pass go the cards say
But all I have for me and my family is a VISA that says USA
And is it really our fault that we are different because of our DNA
From Calais to Monterrey and Bombay
The American dream exists everywhere I dare say
But The freedom begins to look more and more gray every day
So right now all of us really need to pray
Since the authorities are trying to take American liberty away.
When their ancestors came to this country from a land very far away
They were auctioned off into the toxic American way.
You Know what they say, Rome wasn’t built in one day
But here in the states it was built upon some starving social castaways
Working on plantation somewhere south of their master’s buffet
And 400 years later they are still held down by society’s chains.
But the police, they don’t care to meet them halfway
When they see black crime they insist on making them learn the hard way And that’s why so many young Americans stop seeing the light of day.
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