Refuge America, a plantation mindset
Cotton does not grow on trees you know that
Working all the angles even Descartes
Every good philosopher could be twerked
Even the ones who said that it is Human
To consider their Purpose or their Work
America, you stand there shoulders drooped
Teeming without Virtues but Bent on War
the Instinct it arouses in your Brow
The Panoplies of motives, OMG,
If you weren't a Country you'd be a Lab
Destroying itself to prove a Falsehood
I am not like those other Poets
Who sing as Apologetic Prophets
Cotton does not grow on trees you know that
Working all the angles even Descartes
Every good philosopher could be twerked
Even the ones who said that it is Human
To consider their Purpose or their Work
America, you stand there shoulders drooped
Teeming without Virtues but Bent on War
the Instinct it arouses in your Brow
The Panoplies of motives, OMG,
If you weren't a Country you'd be a Lab
Destroying itself to prove a Falsehood
I am not like those other Poets
Who sing as Apologetic Prophets
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