America, the brave?
More like America the Slave.
Founded on the oppression
Of millions, and millions.
Our ideals of freedom are only for those
That fit into certain categories.
Torn between races, and greed, and hate, and violence,
It seems everyday we fall deeper into silence.
No one speaks out, and if they do they’re shot
Down with the voices of the people who would keep you
Locked away in a cage.
Rich, white men. That’s who represents you.
And if you think that we’re still great, well I got news
Boy, we were never great. We invaded and destroyed,
We pillaged and we raped. And now, even hundreds of years later,
We still take and take so the fat men can keep filling their pockets.
And if you’re gay?
You got equal rights, or so they say,
You can marry who you want, what more could you want?
don’t expect to be treated like a person,
Because you’re not, in the eyes of America.
With their good Christian ideals.
But if they don’t believe the same way then they must be evil.
Then they must be demons, possessed by the devil.
So of course they don’t deserve to be treated the same,
With love and respect, equal pay and protected.
So no, America. You were never great.
You got a longs ways to go before you can even be called ‘’good’’.
You got police killing, when they should be protecting.
And dirty politicians trying to take away my basic human rights.
All so they can cut the cost and keep it in their own bank account.
You got children starving, mothers dying because they can’t afford
Their medical bills, so they can’t go get some medicine ‘til
They get their next minimum wage paycheck, and even then it’s too small.
They can’t afford to take care of themselves.
When you pile up bills, taxes, and pills. It’s not enough.
And you wonder why we’re on drugs.
We gotta escape somehow
Either through books, or movies, maybe something harder
Like alcohol, nicotine, or heroin.
I’ll put that needle in my arm,
And forget all my problems.
Forget that I’m in poverty
Because I got an education
That cost me my everything I had
And now I’ll die trying to pay off my student loans.
But, hey. At least this is America.
Land of the so called “free”
Where you can buy a gun,
But can’t sell weed.
At least until the state will legalize it,
Because they wanna make a profit,
From what you’ve been doing for your livelihood
Too feed your kids, to keep your house.
If you can’t make money off it,
Then why try and stop it?
If you’re abused, or accused,
Got a bruise, or any proof
You come forward, but they ignore you
And refuse to prosecute.
Because, you know.
He’s a football star.
You don’t wanna ruin his career,
as a student, or a
Player, and you were dressed
Kind of, well, slutty.
My genitalia shouldn’t
Define me as a person,
My 73 cents to a man’s whole dollar
Shouldn’t even exist if we had
True gender equality.
These are just a few issues,
That need to be addressed
To make us something better
So we can be the best
We have ever been,
So future generations
Can look back at history
And smile at the fact
That we became a great country.