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Oct 2017
American
That’s what they call us
As they throw us in the truck with our hands tied
Our tongues are tied with what to do
Our feet are tied, we can’t seem to move
We just wanted to go on vacation
Now it seems we’re stuck in this situation
American
I wasn’t even born there
I’m adopted
They take my wedding ring
The wedding ring of my fallen soldier
I thrash as I’m hit by a boot
I begin to cry
American
We’re thought to be wealthy
But not all of us all wealthy
We all think of the American dream
American or not, we want to live happily
American
We are targeted because of who we are
We are targeted because of what our nation did
I wish our nation hadn’t done it
So I wouldn’t be in this truck at night wondering if I will die
American
We would rather gain money than help another dying nation
We would destroy a country for our benefit
We would shun a state because they are different
We have created monsters
We have created organizations that have ruined us
American
It’s our identity
It’s who we are
We didn’t choose to be American
We just happened to be this way
Just because we’re American doesn’t mean we can’t feel pain
Just because we’re American doesn’t mean we can’t be poor
Just because we’re American doesn’t mean we can’t be human
American
That’s what they called us
As the people in suits carried us away
As they left our captors with a bag full of dollars
Is that what I’m worth
A bag full of money
I’m just an American
Written by
Josh
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