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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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