Land of the free, home of the slaves
A place I call home, where it’s been paved
Getting close to building all that I’ve craved
Building a life I could say I’ve made
But I look outside and I can’t ignore
All those, this country’s left poor
Despite their work, the system’s against them
But for others it acts as a loyal best friend and
Caught in the middle, our relationship’s complicated
“Happy 4th” feels much more dire than illustrated