yo, this all came about one , when I was on a back, going back to Los Angeles coming somewhere else and I sat to this lady, and she was telling me some things, you know I don't her verbatum but I do remember of the things she said it was like she
Life as we it is about to change I smell it within the air, the is getting strange Drugged up sedated and numb from the The sickness in has spread to her brain
She is no longer fit to make good She is completely and void of any vision She parties hard and she keeps her mind in prison Therefore she's for the ultamite collision
She can no longer hide the scars on her the innocence now gone is hard to she has no shame, no remorse or any She embraces the devil and she other race
Ms America, the the free within the cracks I wish that you see
She buried her within society obvious you have no regard for me
That's why you up in the belly of In the of America down in the of America in the of America in the of America in the body of in the spirit of America In the old soul of
Ms America, been a very bad girl you disgraced humanity in the eyes of the world vanity has took you not deserving the mirror image of reflection is quite she so many promises she keep she neglected to her young so they don't they out for justice and they weep not to blame, Ms America, it's what you
The audacity of inventions to as all the traged of intentions to us all you should gave in to nature and to the it's a matter of time you fall
the things you have worked out in your first took some of your own and your you've destroyed all and the I'm sorry but I don't apology
I'm up in the of America In the stomach of down in the of America In the of America in the brain of in the body of in the wicked spirit of In the old of America
Oh Ms. So attractions has yet to responsibility for her we work within sytem and adaptions so you can let ring within factions
How can people still be when a surplus suffering within your you've made them
near police the state and make us even though conform and your service
presidency's the biggest joke but the laugh I always smell the gun on your I think I should a telegraph to your Amerika, you're and dirty you need a
So tell your secret agents be this wasn't taught by or sigmund this is simply work you can't every nation built has been destroyed
we caught up in the of America In the of America down in the of America In the garbage of in the brain of in the body of in the good ole spirit of In the old soul of