Mr. Presidumb
Vote for me, let me control what you do
I’ll make promises that won’t go through
“Are you better off than you were four years ago?”
Nothing has ever changed, how the fuck would I know?
No one uses their right, they say “it never mattered.”
Then they turn around and wonder why things are shattered.
I will raise my right hand
Just look and understand
This is my native land
People got to take a stand
This isn’t no mans land
If this continues I’m going to veto this country
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