What is America

Is it the home of the free and land of the brave
or the home of injustice and land of slaves
I wish I knew the real answer I really do
But I’m also afraid of finding out real soon
We control, slander, and cause confusion between our people
then try covering it by tellings us we’re all equal
people have died because of the color of their skin
and the people are stripped of the power to put it to an end
we demand change and prosperity in our communities
but the people in power view it all as foolery
my greatest fear is that the generation after will have it worse
It feels like my people have been cursed
don’t worry because at the end of time all evil will cease to exist
And those of righteousness shall never be dismissed

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