Everybody skimps Everybody scams
Everybody schemes Everybody milks
Nobody is honest Nobody is punctual
Nobody works Nobody dreams
Everybody is trying to get over
Yet nobody does
And this is America
Land of the fleas
Home of the knaves
Never have you a considerate thought
You are a slave
To popular culture
You wanna be a millionaire
Yet
Do not know how the world around you works
They just place that carrot on that stick
And you run and run
Yourself ragged
In a state where
Everybody is out for self
Everybody is afraid
Nobody thinks ahead
Nobody is brave
In these divided states of America in
(2016)
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