lies lost American

lies lost American

Walk barefoot into the Church

I wear sins of mankind like a thorn of crowns

My clothes are torn and tattered

But you allow me entry

I’m from somewhere far from here

My family is hungry so I want work for them

Jesus tells me lay your sins upon me

Starving at home so I send what I can

See Richness’s of America in me
 
The land of the free that’s what we know

But there’s stones in front of me and I can’t see

Water rising trying to keep my head above

On a fat Plantation in Mar A Lago Nation

Immigrants serve dinner and hide things

The land that was Bought American

Geronimo says his bones were stolen

The land of the free that’s what we know

Indians in Casinos looking for lost amigos

He’s telling lies not American



5/30/24