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They say you can dream 

Yet they insist on making it harder to see

We all know what it's like to want and need

Move mountains they say

Yet they stand in the way

You may have the shovel but there's nothing to pave

You've lost all faith

Because who could live in the world today

The police harass you regardless

It's no longer racial profiling

Everyone's the target

You step one foot out your door

The next thing you know 

You're being harnessed

Much like a wild animal-

Except hunting season isn't prevalent 

In the big city providence

You rather sell dope to feed the infant

There are plenty of legitimate jobs out there

You just haven't checked them

Money is only a luxury for those 

With no "tan"

And

This is America

So you aren't as free as you planned

If this is the land of the free

Then why are we still fighting for rights

That should be OUR rights as human beings!?

I'm sick of hearing about the change we need to make 

In other countries

What about this place?

How much does America owe 

That we have to erase?

Sh**, you don't know either

Because right now we cling to a leader

Full of promises and hope

You can say what you want

But you can't be rich when you're broke

All the money flowing in

Flowing out

Where's the profit?

Pretty soon the cold hard cash that you work for

Won't mean nothing

 Take the sign they say

So that you wont appear as a slave

But aren't we all just mice

In this poverty maze?

Government is not in charge 

Of the citizens unphased by it's regulations

I say f*** big government

Let the people replace it

There have been so many presidents 

Claiming to have your best interest

Don't you know

Your interest is just another statistic

They've never walked in your shoes

Or followed you

In order to know

Your needs 

Come on

We speak 

We aim to please

Words are just words

Without the actions to lead

Someone once told me that 

This is not a democracy

For some time I stood there in shock

Trying to come up with every excuse in the book 

To think not

Conspiracy they say

On behalf of those perverted priests

You don't want to accept the truth

So you remain on your knees

 What's the matter with this worm hole institute?

 Sometimes I think that this place

We live in is just a game

That some a**hole wants to play

Just to gain points

 If you want to live

Don't reach out for any hands

 Everybody has something else to do

So f*** trying to pretend

Fast paced

Western civilization has spoken out

 We will not accept 

Slow moving vehicles in the left lane

We will shoot whomever comes close to our freeway

We will throw a poor man in prison if he should steal from our stores

Then sentence him longer than a man who rapes little boys

That's what I call genuine justice

I wish every place in the world was just like us

Written By: Dez Sevena

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