This is America

This is America. Land of the free

So do what you feel and be who you please

But watch where you step and watch what you breathe

Traps laid out in pretty rows of mediocrity

Baited with pity and eaten with shame

There's no sympathy left in this game

Heartless or helpless, those are the only roles in the land of opportunity.

This is America. Land of the sheep.

So practice your baaa, get it nice and neat

Louder, louder

Organize your own defeat

This is America where you can

Vandalize, sexulize, brutalize, idolize, terrorize, and sodomize

But must not

Generalize, theorize, or rationalize

This is America

Where ignorance slathered in importance wraps itself in the coat of entitlement and gives birth to stupidity

Where guilt knocks down every door but the guiltys

Where dead men's blood directs the rivers like poison and flavors the water

Take a sip

Taste your ancestors sin

Bitter and harsh, burn your throat and chain your tongue

See no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil

We are the evil, no don't peak just trust the text books

Twisted, burnt and bent

Every finger points to the open mouth

Clog up the works before truth leaks out

This is America. land of the minority

Watch them blow the world up, blame the majority

Sure it's a sin

But sin is tradition

Tradition we've trained and beaten in

Call your vandals victims

Systematically repressed

Until they became the system

Everyone loves the underdog

Even after they win

So don't expect protection from brethren

Just baa little sheep and tan your own hide

Pay for your father's sins and widen the divide

Find a cause, a niche, a box

crawl in it and cry

If you're loud enough it'll be a cushy ride.

Because this, is America

So you take your blue pill while I grow red

I'll be living in insanity long after your mind is dead.