American Horror Show

Got Seeds To Feed, So I Slave In A Capitalistic Society

But I Damn Sure Ain’t Picking No Cotton, I’m Fulfilling Prophecy

Know I’m Spiritually Rich, Time To Stack Chips, That’s Why I’m Grinding B

Until My Bank Account, Catches Up To My Soul, Living Aristocracy

The Rules Of The Game, Ain’t The Same, Of How It Ought To Be

I Should Just Pass Go, Collect My Doe, Like Parker Brothers Monopoly

But Politics Play Politricks, But I’ma Make Them See

I’ll Pull Your Card, Work Twice As Hard, Ain’t No Stopping Me

I’m A Runaway Train, Unstoppable, Like Denzel Wash

And I Ain’t Stopping, Until All Your Stereotypes & Bigotry Is Squashed

You Claim Land Of The Free, And Home Of The Brave

But Treat Foreign Immigrants, Like Your Indentured Slaves

You Can Stay A Few Years, Then You Have To Go

Turn Your American Dream, To The American Horror Show

But The God I Serve, Says You’ll Reap What You Sow

When You Account For How You Treated: Jack, Jane And Joe

The Common Man, With A Righteous Plan, To Build A Thriving Life

But You Demean and Ridicule, And Cause So Much Strife

But Who Am I To Judge? I’m Not The One You Will Face

But If You Keep Doing What You Do, Expect No Room For Grace