The 4th of July.
Every American is supposed to be full of pride.
But I'm not, and do you wanna know why?

We're not really free

We've got people laying on the streets
And only caring about our treats and cleats.
Half of the people I know can't get married
And people who are alive are being buried.

Yes, it is the day we won our independence
But I'm afraid that we lost that a long time ago.

Freedom is the day when my best friend can walk down the aisle
Freedom is when we can choose our lifestyle.
People are so blind calling this country free

If we are free,
Then why aren't we allowed to be who we want to be?