America We Have a Problem
America we have a problem
I just wish that we could solve them
We have poverty in our own land
Can't even put food into our own hand
We used to be a country
The land of the free
United we stand divided we fall
But that's not how it feels to us all
Foreigners coming each and every way
Granted citizenship every day
Givin a job, land, and a home
With seven years free to roam
But we can't take care of our own
We have people here without a home
We're supposed to abide by our government
But what do they do for us
Tell us that we have to listen just because
I don't know if its just me
But in this land I no longer feel so free
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