Aceyalone Ms. AmeriKKKa
all right yo, this song came about one time when I- I was- I was on a plane back, going back to Los Angeles coming from somewhere else and I sat next to this lady and she was telling me something I don't remember it verbatim, but I do remember some of the things she said it was like this- Life as we know it is about to change I smell it within the air the weather is getting strange drugged up, sedated and numb from the pain the sickness in America has spread to her brain she is no longer fit to make good decisions she is completely blind and void of any vision she parties hard and she keeps her conscious mind imprisoned therefore she's headed for the ultimate collision she can no longer hide the scars on her face the innocence now gone is hard to replace she has no shame, no remorse or any grace she embraces the devil and she hates over race Ms. America, the beautiful the free fallen within the cracks, I wish that you could see she buried her misery, within society it's obvious, you have no regard for me Chorus: caught up in the belly of America lost, in the stomach of America broken down, in the bowels of America sinking, in the garbage of America stuffed, in the brain of America suffering, in the body of America lying, in the wicked spirit of America dying, in the old soul of America Ms. America, you've been a very bad girl you nearly disgraced humanity in the eyes of the world vanity has took you over, you're not deserving the mirror image of your reflection is quite disturbing she makes so many promises she couldn't keep she neglected to mother her young, so they don't sleep they scream out for justice, and then they weep when out to blame Ms. America, that's what you reap the audacity of your inventions to rule us all the tragedy of your intentions to fool us all you should have gave into nature and to the law it's only a matter of time before you fall the things you should of worked out in your first colony victim of your own advice and your psychology you've destroyed all morale and the ecology I'm sorry, but I don't accept your apology Chorus Homeless America, so much attraction has yet to take ability for her actions we work around within the system and make adaptations you can let freedom ring, within your faction how can people still be hungry, when there's a surplus? suffering within your home, you've made them worthless damn near police the state, you make us nervous even though some conform and join your service you're presidency's the biggest joke, but we're the laugh always smell the gun smoke, on your behalf I think I should send a telegraph to your staff America you're down and dirty, you need a bath so tell your secret agents, don't be paranoid this wasn't taught by Socrates or Sigmund Freud this is simply gods work, you can't avoid ever nation ever built has been destroyed caught up in the belly of America lost, in the stomach of America broken down, in the bowels of America sinking, in the garbage of America stuffed, in the brain of America suffering, in the body of America trying, in the good ol' spirit of America dying, in the old soul of America