Watch my stutter step as I walk on by,
second guessing the ideals hammered up and down my skull.
I watched my country sew carotid artery tourniquets to the humanitarian hems of bloody knuckles
knocking on windows broken by our recent leaders who sing monotone songs entitled : Good Evening My fellow Americans.
I've got the nationality of a diamond bomb dropper,
laying out the ashes of military children like ak47's on the doorstep of suburbia.
Guillotine eyes stitch suffering reduction surgery advertisements to the backs of stars and stripes,
and our powdered hair parents look down and ask "What the hell happened?"
We dump daily doses of diluted holy water into our wishing wells,
and worth is defined by how much you can shove into a shopping cart.
Freedom isn't for the faint of heart.
Our kitchen cabinets our filled with painted face dishes like nothing you've ever seen,
from crackhead whiskey drinkers to single mothers and unfaithful husbands.
I was born with a silver spoon melted and molded in the hell fires of a different kind of southern hospitality.
Pride…has no place in our registers.
They’re already filled with the blood money that pays for the price of our sins. Land of the free home of the brave?
GOD BLESS AMERICA.
second guessing the ideals hammered up and down my skull.
I watched my country sew carotid artery tourniquets to the humanitarian hems of bloody knuckles
knocking on windows broken by our recent leaders who sing monotone songs entitled : Good Evening My fellow Americans.
I've got the nationality of a diamond bomb dropper,
laying out the ashes of military children like ak47's on the doorstep of suburbia.
Guillotine eyes stitch suffering reduction surgery advertisements to the backs of stars and stripes,
and our powdered hair parents look down and ask "What the hell happened?"
We dump daily doses of diluted holy water into our wishing wells,
and worth is defined by how much you can shove into a shopping cart.
Freedom isn't for the faint of heart.
Our kitchen cabinets our filled with painted face dishes like nothing you've ever seen,
from crackhead whiskey drinkers to single mothers and unfaithful husbands.
I was born with a silver spoon melted and molded in the hell fires of a different kind of southern hospitality.
Pride…has no place in our registers.
They’re already filled with the blood money that pays for the price of our sins. Land of the free home of the brave?
GOD BLESS AMERICA.