My head goes off like sirens are inside
When our country becomes fixed on race, lust and pride.
Shaped by generations thinking hasn't seen,
Of liars, murderers, and devilish human beings.
So life becomes a game of any means,
Too so the spirits of downtrotten souls.
Lost in selfishness I'm told.
So where is our rainbow, our pot of gold?
Is it make believe? Or was it sold for change?

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