yo, this all came about one time , I was on a plane back, going to Los Angeles coming from somewhere and I sat next to this lady, and she was me some things, you know I remember her verbatum but I do remember some of the she said it was this she
Life as we it is about to change I smell it within the air, the weather is getting Drugged up sedated and numb the pain The sickness in has spread to her brain
She is no longer fit to good decisions She is completely blind and of any vision She hard and she keeps her concious mind in prison Therefore she's for the ultamite collision
She can no longer hide the scars on her the innocence now gone is to replace she has no shame, no remorse or any She the devil and she hates other race
Ms America, the beautiful the Fallen the cracks I wish that you see
She buried her misery within it's obvious you have no for me
That's why you up in the of America In the stomach of Broken in the of America in the of America in the of America in the of America in the wicked of America In the old soul of
Ms America, you've been a bad girl you nearly disgraced humanity in the of the world vanity has you over- you're not the image of your reflection is disturbing she makes so many she keep she neglected to her young so don't sleep they out for justice and they weep not to blame, Ms America, it's what you
The audacity of your to as all the of your intentions to us all you should have in to nature and to the only a matter of time before you
the you should have worked out in your colony took of your own advice and your you've all morale and the I'm sorry but I don't apology
I'm up in the of America In the stomach of Broken in the of America In the garbage of in the of America in the of America in the wicked of America In the old soul of
Oh Ms. So much has yet to take for her we around within sytem and adaptions so you can let freedom within your
How can people be hungry there's a surplus suffering within your you've them worthless
Damn near the state and us nervous even though conform and join your
you're presidency's the joke but where the I smell the gun smoke on behalf I think I should a telegraph to staff Amerika, down and dirty you a bath
So tell your agents don't be wasn't taught by socrates or freud this is simply work you avoid every nation built has been destroyed
we caught up in the of America In the of America Broken in the bowels of In the of America in the brain of in the body of in the good ole spirit of In the old soul of