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A story of an American
That’s not American
By Drade Santiago
I keep my mind idle
Because I’m not Really American
I’m a skeleton
Of a scarecrow
So who

American Dream, yeah my grandma used to pray for it
Growing up with nothing in a country that doesn't pay for it
Had to walk for miles just to keep

Caught up in the trap, caught up in the trap
Tryna run the game with them boys in the back
The American Dream, fell in love with that
Used to be

Hotter than a piece of American pie
Boy, that girl was hot

She took me back to here place
With a smile on her face
She led to a shack out by the rocks

always conscious about my accent
My dad is American
He met my mom when he was serving at a military base in the Philippines
I told my parents that I am

You bring me back to Summer of '62
We go together like red white and blue
You pop your collar I can't take my ray bans off of you
Driving by

Conservative Christian, right wing Republican,
straight, white, American male.

Gay bashin', black fearin',
poor fightin', tree killin', regioal

I con it  I con it  I con it 
Real shit I'm 'bout it 
No doubt about it 

I'm proud to be an American where at least I know I'm free
Since I'm a free

Tonight at six o'clock on channel nine 
The Washington Redskins take to the line 
And though by the thousands all the people protest 
I can't help

to live


I bring the light to the darkness 

lighting the way just to hear you scream.

I bring the light to the darkness

Living the nightmare my American

Folks, Id like to sing a song about the American Dream
About me, about you
About the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottom of our

Somewhere here among these many thousands

Of Americans who all died true and brave

That's where I know I'll find him resting

So I'm here, I'm

I'm glad you're all here
If you aren't overwhelmed
I'm afraid I wasn't clear
Or that you're not all here
Or you're off over there
Floating on American

Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American Dream.
About me. About you. The way our American h

Feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts,

Sittin' by the fire late at night,
With my friends talking about the good times
Keys were good, can't complain this time
Soaked up lots of sun down

Well she was an American girl 
Raised on promises 
She couldn't help thinkin' that there 
Was a little more to life 
Somewhere else 
After all it was

I used to hate all my Melanin
I used to feel so irrelevant
They put my daddy on medicine
We in America but I don't feel American

Cause they tried

anyone know what it means
Bitch I got Questions
Is this the land of the free
They call it American Dream cuz in order to get it you gotta be sleep
Bitch I

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came

each other as one
 The word Akata is derived from the Yoruba tribe in Nigeria 
 Often used by west African's to identify the black American's
 In past

tunnel
Found nothing but a perfect house
Cleaned up by 20 men

Chasing the american dream
She started in her cellar
Her product was high quality
Ma

to the lack of confidence
We were floored by the score of the
Momentary silence
It's scary how American you
Go on and on about
The way that it ends
You say you

And so, my fellow Americans, time for a great new American enterprise
Time for this nation to take a clearly leading role in space achievement
Which

American Band

I wanna be in an American band
See the bright lights shining from the back of the van
And we'll keep on rolling just as long as we