Fake freedom

America the home of the free
More from what I see the home of despair
What’s next will you charge us even to breathe your air, or blame another million homeless souls, for there position withering in the cold, because they failed in the system and not the system failed them, pump more drugs into the inner streets then label the communities involved as thugs, gaslighting a nation into hating the poverished peddler instead of the puppet master severing any opportunity for that same “thug” hoping to have them settling, this whole shams corrupt, you’ve dragged the indigenous a muck, 200 years later the means of production and Necessity’s to live you keep tucked, gasping in a charade when we express how bad we the people are fucked, you transfix a fake American dream, turn a blind eye to the pawns in your games screams, sitting upon your mountain of money and power running this regime, as if my fellow exploited man will never come knocking down your structure and return all the memories of suffrage, we’re waking up and the knock will ring at your door soon, you will reap what you sew, so just know every thing you’ve stole we will repow