America is a fiend,
Dirty as hell
But still manages
To keep its nose clean.
Orchestrating its addiction
And drawing it into its veins,
Traveling through the bloodstream,
Wreaking havoc, and affecting the complexities
of the brain;
Craving the means
To stay constantly high,
The addiction is so strong,
It makes the Creator cry.
America uses power
To get its fix,
By taking from the poor
To make its dealers rich;
How long will the addiction go on?
How long will America continue to stand?
Militant forces are contributors
To the addictions of this pain-ridden land;
Being prostituted and pimped out
By notorious leaders,
Being destroyed, tormented, and abused
By parasitical feeders;
America’s eyes are seeing
Bringing on constituted
Continuously chasing after its own dream
Of communism, capitalism, and the justification
Of deliberate racism;
To keep America’s alcoholism intact
There’s a liquor store on every ghetto block,
The battle between all of America’s addictions
Keeps it in an ongoing culture shock.
Convulsing, twisting, and turning as
America attempts to withdraw…
To live in peace and become governed by its own rules
And abide by its laws.
Due to fatal violence,
America has lost tremendous weight,
Trying to walk upright and keep
Its equilibrium straight;
Having unbelievable side effects
That somehow affects every cell
In America’s body, which are us,
Underhandedly receiving shipments
Of cocaine, heroin, and pounds of cannabis;
Keeping America under surveillance
To monitor its response and to see if it fails,
Addicted Americans are being manipulated
To fill empty jail cells.
Contraband from other countries
Seem to be smuggled in everyday,
To America my heart goes out,
And for America I will pray.