yo, this all came about one , when I was on a back, going back to Los Angeles coming from else and I sat next to lady, and she was telling me some things, you know I don't remember her but I do remember some of the things she it was like she
Life as we know it is about to I smell it within the air, the weather is strange up sedated and numb from the pain The sickness in has spread to her brain
She is no fit to make good decisions She is blind and void of any vision She hard and she keeps her concious mind in prison Therefore headed for the ultamite collision
She can no hide the scars on her face the now gone is hard to replace she has no shame, no remorse or any She embraces the devil and she hates race
Ms America, the the free within the cracks I that you could see
She buried her misery society obvious you have no regard for me
That's why you up in the of America In the stomach of down in the of America in the garbage of in the of America in the body of in the wicked spirit of In the old of America
Ms America, you've been a bad girl you nearly humanity in the eyes of the world vanity has took you not deserving the mirror of your reflection is disturbing she makes so many she couldn't she neglected to mother her so they 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 traged of your to us all you should have gave in to and to the only a matter of time before you
the things you should have out in your first took of your own advice and your you've destroyed all and the I'm sorry but I accept your
I'm up in the belly of In the of America down in the of America In the of America in the of America in the of America in the wicked of America In the old of America
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 still be there's a surplus suffering your home you've made worthless
Damn near the state and make us even some conform and join your
you're presidency's the biggest but the laugh I always smell the gun on behalf I think I send a telegraph to staff Amerika, down and dirty you a bath
So tell your agents don't be this wasn't by socrates or freud this is god's work you avoid nation ever built has been destroyed
cause we up in the of America In the of America down in the bowels of In the of America in the of America in the of America in the good ole spirit of In the old of America