America the beautiful...
home of the brave and the bold...
built upon high principles on land which was stole...
A solid foundation of trickery and scorn.
The year was 1776...and America was born.

I was Made In America...
byproduct of deception...necessity and greed.
There was cotton to be picked...
and I fulfilled the need.

My Piece of America...
my Slice of Apple Pie.
somehow seems tainted and leaves
me to question why...why, why...why?

My American Dream has become a 24 hour nightmare,
from which I can not wake.
I twist and toss and toss and turn...
tryin' to change my fate.
It's 11:59 and another day has passed.
A new day is spawning...please Lord,
don't let it be my last.

America the beautiful...
at least that's what I'm told...
Land of The Free.
where my people were bought and sold...
snatched away from our past,
our ancestry erased...our future placed on hold.
We came to America and found no streets of gold.

I was born in America...
lived and died in America...
I fought and killed for America
and now my blood is spilled on America...
Sweet Land of Liberty...
for everyone but me.
America the beautiful...
your beauty...skin deep,
your core rotting from the many secrets
and lies that you keep.
Oh Lord, please stop this nightmare...
so I can get some sleep.