[Chorus] (#1} Welcome to the United Snakes Land of the thief home of the slave Grand imperial guard where the dollar is sacred and proud Lets do this shit for real, come on now
[Verse 1] Smoke and mirrors, stripes and stars Stolen for the cross in the name of God Bloodshed, genocide, rape and fraud Written to the pages of the law good lord The Cold Continent latch key child Ran away one day and started acting foul King of where the wild things are daddy's proud cos the Roman Empire done passed it down Imported and tortured a work force and never healed the wounds or shook the curse off Now the grown up Goliath nation Holdin open auditions for the part of David, can you feel it? Nothing can save ya, you question the reign You get rushed in and chained up Fist raised but I must be insane cos I can't figure a single goddamn way to change it
[Chorus] {x2} Welcome to the United Snakes Land of the thief home of the slave The grand imperial guard where the dollar is sacred and power is God
[Verse 2] All must bow to the fat were lazy The fuck you obey me and why do they hate me (who me?) Only two generations away from the world's most despicable slavery trade Pioneered so many ways to degrade a human being that it can't be changed to this day Legacy so ingrained in the way that we think we no longer need chains to be slaves Lord it's a shameful display The overseers even got raped along the way Cause the children cant escape from the pain and they're born with poisoness hatred in their veins Try n' separate a man from his soul you only strengthen him and lose your own But shoot that fucker if he walk near the throne Remind him that this is my home (now I'm gone)
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Hold up give me one right here Hold on
[Verse 3] You don't give money to the bums on a corner with a sign bleeding from their gums Talking about you don't support a crackhead What you think happens to the money from your taxes Shit the governments an addict With a billion dollar a week kill brown people habit And even if you aint on the front line when massah yell crunch time you right back at it Plain look at how you hustling backwards At the end of the year add up what they subtracted Three outta twelve months your salary pays for that madness Man, that's savage What's left get a big ass plasma To see where they made Dan Rather point the damn camera Only approved questions get answered Now stand your ass up for that national anthem