I've got my still beating heart in my hand and a deep ******* wound in my master plan. Im heartsick from carin' what jacket Melina Trump is wearin'. I'm scared to death of the future and wondering how big a suture it's gonna take to fix all the broken in this system I've lost hope in. A beady eyed orange inside the Rose garden preaching hatred and no pardon. A cycle without warnin' the American dream in mourin'. **** scared of a media he says is lying while the country he stole is dying. And I'm supposed to nod and smile but I want that racist ****** on trial. From the seat of highest power we're being told to cower. I want my promised better tomorrow where great change isn't followed by sorrow. So, you racist old liar, tell me when America is gonna be great again?