yo, this all came about one time , I was on a plane back, going to Los Angeles coming from somewhere and I sat to this lady, and she was telling me some things, you know I don't remember her but I do remember some of the she said it was this she
Life as we know it is about to I smell it within the air, the is getting strange Drugged up sedated and numb the pain The in America has spread to her brain
She is no fit to make good decisions She is blind and void of any vision She parties and she keeps her concious mind in prison Therefore she's headed for the ultamite
She can no hide the scars on her face the innocence now gone is to replace she has no shame, no remorse or any She embraces the devil and she hates other
Ms America, the beautiful the within the cracks I wish you could see
She her misery within society it's you have no regard for me
why you caught up in the belly of In the of America down in the of America in the garbage of in the brain of in the of America in the wicked of America In the old of America
Ms America, you've a very 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 mother her so don't sleep scream out for justice and then they not to blame, Ms America, it's you reap
The audacity of inventions to as all the traged of intentions to us all you should have gave in to and to the it's only a of time you fall
the things you should worked out in first colony took some of your own and your destroyed all morale and the I'm sorry but I don't apology
I'm 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 wicked spirit of In the old soul of
Oh Ms. So much has yet to responsibility for her we work within sytem and make so you can let ring your factions
How can people be hungry there's a surplus suffering your home made them worthless
Damn near police the and us nervous even some conform and join your
you're presidency's the biggest but the laugh I always smell the gun on your I I should send a telegraph to your Amerika, down and dirty you need a
So tell your secret agents be this taught by socrates or sigmund this is god's work you avoid every nation built has been destroyed
cause we up in the of America In the stomach of down in the bowels of In the garbage of in the of America in the body of in the good ole spirit of In the old soul of