Verse 1:
All this American corruption
We living in a society of fire and combustion
I'm lacking the sobriety of liars and assumptions
Kill a man these days for asking a question
We all got a voice we all gotta use it
I'm seventeen with a dream
Don't go out your way and confuse it
Life may be a bitch gotta love it don't abuse it
Yin and Yang Balance like Confucious
Just because of your race you'll end up toothless
It's really sickening me oh shit here comes the mucus
It's useless to think that we can have world peace
A guy who started a fight his last name world peace
Or should I say artest
Because after all it's our test
To be the best country on the globe
That's progress
The other countries around the world they aren't less
But the poverty we've have resulted in our mess

*Interlude

Verse 2:
As soon as mr **** let's in all of the Mexicans
That's probably the day when I will go and feel blessed again
Country of free religion all sorts of independence
But coming from a Muslim I don't feel so independent
Mr turner, yeah , mr defendant
Let go of early damn all thanks to the attendant
Go ahead yeah go call me a peasant
This guy raped women corruption is so transcendent
Oh yeah and did I forget to mention
Freedom of speech at school could leave you in suspension
The open minded they be sitting in detention
Heard stories of common sense in another dimension
I wish I could live everyday without the tension
My rhymes sick leaving the world infected
We all gotta use our voice that's what we're blessed with
Yeah, that's what we're blessed with

*Skit comes in