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Living in America


I tried living in America, the home of the free, but the people there were greedy And the government didn't work for me. I couldn't go to college, I didn't have the cash. The wealthy called me lazy as they increased their stash. And the churches on the street, they tried to pull me in, I expected a warm reception, but all I got was sin. When I asked them what was wrong I received a strange look. They called me un-American, they got so angry that they shook. I died living in America country of the brave it could have been so great again if we thought it was worth a save.
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