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America, I Sing

Land of the Bigot Home of the Slave Why should I sing you praise? Look at what you done to me. Turned me into a wild beast Civilized you say, Devilized I say. Stole my past, holding me captive You can’t deny my future. How can I love you when you constantly hate me, hurt me destruction is your destiny Change before it is too late Don’t punish me because you fear me I made you great, you owe me You owe me America

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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