Stubborn close-minded people who can’t accept and beliefs or opinions different from their own.
This is not America
Da da da da da
this is not America
Da da da da da
Oh,
This is not America
This is not America
Da da da da da
Da da da da da
So much for my country
la la la la la la
This is not funny
la la la la la la
How can we be free
when it is a sin to speak
Da da da da da
for my honor is
as good as thee
call me a traitor
but listen please
Da da da da da
This is not America
Da da da da da
This is not America
Da da da da da
this is not America
Da da da da da
Oh,
This is not America
This is not America
Da da da da da
Da da da da da
So much for my country
la la la la la la
This is not funny
la la la la la la
How can we be free
when it is a sin to speak
Da da da da da
for my honor is
as good as thee
call me a traitor
but listen please
Da da da da da
This is not America
Da da da da da
This is not America
In one second..
A chance to take
not loved
so not taken
and water falls
appear
with forget me nots
forgoten
docks come into view
just as in my imagination
closer to perfection
facts like gold
to bravely
hold.
not loved
so not taken
and water falls
appear
with forget me nots
forgoten
docks come into view
just as in my imagination
closer to perfection
facts like gold
to bravely
hold.
Frames were found in his attic,
Pictures of distortion from reality
you see his ghost passing by
and touch the small canvass
hiding in the corner,
with a complaint.
you see his ghost passing by
and touch the small canvass
hiding in the corner,
with a complaint.
Got a good poem!
Like two fire flies
She and I
Oh the love
Like chocolate
melts in the night
between soft thighs
she melts in my arms
just enough
It feels so right
good like this land
Across her body
running through
American rich soil
in the night
in the night
This is like America
I am coming home.
She and I
Oh the love
Like chocolate
melts in the night
between soft thighs
she melts in my arms
just enough
It feels so right
good like this land
Across her body
running through
American rich soil
in the night
in the night
This is like America
I am coming home.
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