We all know Americans can’t make mistakes
You’re living like your forefathers did
So why would you change what’s tradition now?
The trail of tears filled their cups and left them thirsty
The white man’s burden is resting on the busted backs
Of everybody else
I’m sick of this constant need for superiority
When we’re all just broken beasts of burden
I’ll jam a hammer down all your throats
Just to nail in common sense
And knock down the goddamn walls that you’ve lined with snakes
If nature allowed you to bear a child
I’d rip away all your rights
But it’d result in more bigoted fucks, no I’ve had enough
I’m sick of this constant need for superiority
When we’re all just broken beasts of burden
We’re prone to more suffering and self entitled kings
Why would you lend a hand when you can raise a finger?
A nation built with bricks of anger
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