Made in America

American white dudes
cool on a solo level
But when en mass
Can be quite annoying
And deadly

Playing homoerotic tricks
With each others dicks
Intoxicated hootin and hollerin
At nothing

Reminds me of tales of good ol boys
Sippin whisky in the south
But even tho my observations
Are backed by history

Once I submit this
They’ll get mad and try to dismiss me
Too afraid to face reality
They’d rather live in a fantasy
Called progress

They’d rather lynch a messenger
Than target the real problem
They’d rather call me racisit
But won’t admit the process that caused it
And you know they wont hit the streets
Like WE did
I feel its cuz they have something at stake

Its cool don’t hate yourself nigga
You don’t know any better
Its how you were raised


You and I
We’ve grown closer overtime
We continue to grow
Our love began a burning ember
That continued to burn till
And even when they tried to convince you otherwise
Your belief in me never waned
Keep on trottin my dog soldier
And lead like u always have before
Not by preachin
Just by living life