America

America, America,
Land of the free.
Boast it all around the world.
Equal opportunity.

America, America,
What does it mean to be free?
Tell it to the poor woman
who sits right beside me.

America, America,
Land of opportunity.
Unless you’re born from other borders
or aren’t like the majority.

America, America.
Are you even free?
No man listens to you now
when you say “stand by me.”

America, America.
You’ve butchered the word free.
Everyone is a just a slave
to your valued money.

America, America,
Don’t tell me I am free,
How can I truly be free,
if I can’t even be me?

America America,
What does it mean to be free?
I’ll ask you one more time.
I want you to tell me.

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