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America, what’s good, tell me what you tryna prove?
Politicians dance, but the people never move.
Promises so sweet, candy-coated on the tongue,
Behind closed doors, lies get spun and sung.
From Wall Street’s towers to the Pentagon halls,
The money talks louder, the little man falls.
Dreams sold for pennies, system built on trust,
But it crumbles to dust, unjust and unjust.
Red, white, bruises—stars on a broken flag,
Freedom’s for sale in a crooked price tag.
Uncle Sam in his suit, with his wallet obese,
Meanwhile on the streets, where's the promised peace?
They preach from pulpits on the evening news,
Suits spinning tales, spotlighting the ruse.
People in the struggle while they clutch their checks,
America, what's good with the cause and effect?
From Wall Street’s towers to the Pentagon halls,
The money talks louder, the little man falls.
Dreams sold for pennies, system built on trust,
But it crumbles to dust, unjust and unjust.
Flint water rusted, but they washing with clean,
Children of tomorrow still treated obscene.
The anthem plays loud while the system plays proud,
Behind the scenes shatter every vow they vowed.