Send* corrections to the typist [Intro
George: Bush] "There's
an old saying in Tennesse I, know it's in Texas it's, probably in Tennesse That
says fool me once Shame... on Shame... on you If.
you fool me you can't fool me again ". [Sos]
I
live in a nation that relies on business and crime And
the leaders are politician guys livin' a lie Who
bullshit like everyone else for a nickel and dime America
Just... as corrupt as it is online Using
freedom and entertainment just to keep us sedated But
remember what the declaration of independence stated All?
men are equal and that's the way they're created But?
when that was written black, and white people were segregated And
this country still breeds racism just, not as blatant To
call us the land of the free is overstatement Cause
ain't nobody free We. all being watched quietly National
security's an invasion of privacy Drug
Trafficking conspiracy, murder, and piracy What
America can't have they take silently Sometimes
violently open, up your eyes and see Even
dirty money is supporting our economy It's
all backwards like negative split photography But
I guess that's the way it's got to be United
we stand on this land and we do all crimes Facin'
a Dyin' Nation [Chorus?
]:"Facin'
a dyin' nation Listen. to the retold lies" (x2) [Deacon
the Villain] I
live in a nation where it ain't what's physical that fights us Now
it's silent strikes from political insiders A
black market government where being criminal is righteous Ran
by bloodlines that were dirty before Isis The
crisis has even spread to spiritual infestations Confessionals
filled with sexual molestations Professionals
so set on capitalization They
don't notice their children freebasin' in their million Dollar
basements Babies
having babies in the hood I grew up in Hands
are too small for the guns that they be bustin' Schools
underfunded graduates, retain nothing On
Capitol Hll it's barely a topic of discussion Kids
like why, should I think about college When
this hood situation is holding me hostage And
even if I fought and bought the knowledge I'd
prolly get shot 41 times by a cop over my wallet Shiiiiit
So.. wherever you are Don't
inhale the second hand smoke from it's victory cigar Motivate
yourself don't just stand on the side Facing
a dying nation and listening to the new told lies [Chorus
]:[Kno]
Somebody
dial 9-1-1 It's
mass confusion mass, contusions At
last we losin' Uncle Sam to a mass of tumors And
that's the rumor at least it's, soon to be seen If
it's true that the beast is soon to decease Catchin'
blood clots in the crude oil That
runs through his veins and up thru his brain Its
tough to maintain If
he was low income he'd already been gone Insurance
paperwork gettin handled by Enron And
scandalous friends call to speak Even
Bill O'Reilly's wrapped in a hospital bedsheet With
a pointed hat where, the ointment at Wax?
the taxpayers backside for a tax hike Woulda
had a Catholic priest at his bedside But
they were too busy giving these Boy Scouts a leg ride Temperature
stay high but no pain Cus
the presidents Hooked on Phonics and cocaine Product
of old age and Alzheimers disease Medical
bills raised from all types of fees Looks
to the American people to show love But
his Social Security ran out - pull the plug (flatline)
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