To Make America Great,
When It Never Was,
Maybe To Return To Hate,
At Any Cost.
Black Boys Stung Up In Trees While Fat White Boys Tug At Their Mothers Sleeves.
Children As Slaves Just Not If Their White,
Breaking Their Jaws If They Dare To Bite.
Mothers Tears Made Worthless By The Colour Of Their Skin,
Still Happens Today Will Equality Ever Win.
To Make America Great,
Built On The Bones Of The Natives,
Crafted By The Hands Of "The Slaves."
But It's Always A White Man Claiming It's Brilliance.
Always The Minority Facing White Americas Silence,
Victimising Mexicans But How Long Before There's Another Victim?
People Aren't Proud To Be An American,
People Are Proud They Survived America!
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 11:12 PM UTC
To Make America Great,
When It Never Was,
Maybe To Return To Hate,
At Any Cost.
Black Boys Stung Up In Trees While Fat White Boys Tug At Their Mothers Sleeves.
Children As Slaves Just Not If Their White,
Breaking Their Jaws If They Dare To Bite.
Mothers Tears Made Worthless By The Colour Of Their Skin,
Still Happens Today Will Equality Ever Win.
To Make America Great,
Built On The Bones Of The Natives,
Crafted By The Hands Of "The Slaves."
But It's Always A White Man Claiming It's Brilliance.
Always The Minority Facing White Americas Silence,
Victimising Mexicans But How Long Before There's Another Victim?
People Aren't Proud To Be An American,
People Are Proud They Survived America!
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