So I put my hands up they’re playing my song. I think i’m gonna be okay YEAAH 

It’s a party in the USA

 

Queens New York 2002 was the definition of a party

As I grew up nothing changed. Okay maybe my location, goals, definitely my look

But i’ve always been me at 7 Miley was on repeat

Upbeat tones flowed through my head definitely felt complete 

til I was 13 maybe it was puberty but the party was over

 

Had to put my hands down, play the right songs, don't let him see me smiling

Because everything looks like yes… even when your saying no

 

Dear God, no weapon formed against me shall prosper, right?

Even in this country, the only man i should fear is God, right?

Well these stripes and stars you call people are brutal

If a girl screams at night, and no one is around to hear her does she still need help?

 

And the rocket's red glare, 

the bombs bursting in air,

Gave proof 

 

to who? America has proved to me that, 

that flag is more important than their people.. 

After days and years of protesting about being equal
our stories are just piling burdens of proof, 

Want proof ask my grand daddy take his shirt off got masta scarred into his back

 

through the night that our flag was still there.

 

I'm barely here

My time is running out

I saw that flag in my dreams and it told me that 

i'm going to die tomorrow. 

Alone, With my hands up

I will be Jane Doe .. autopsy won't show my name 

Because America is gonna make me stripes and stars

 

Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave

 

Why does it have to wave, 

I have 5 hours. Let the banner sit, lay, kneel

327 million people .. let the banner represent the oppressed

God forbid it be ejected, Singing this song for years 

If the song decided to kneel would it be accepted 

 

O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

 

2019 not even half of americans are actually free 

8% are incarcerated 14 in poverty

12% homeless another 12 hungry 

My brave brothers fight for their lives and lose, i'm next

Ain't no songs written bout my people in the streets, i’m next

She have no choice but to be brave everyday, i’m next

She screamed no one heard it now she’s dead, i’m next

 

Your so proud to be an American where at least you know your free

And I won’t forget my brothers who died to give that right to you

So try to stand up next to us and defend our rights today

Cause there ain't no doubt we miss our land

Gods save this USA

 *poem ended* the bolded parts were sung during a preformance