American born

American born, American bred
The CONSTITUTION ‘til I’m dead
God, family, and country too
Yes please, or no thank you
Let it be, add AMEN and thank you Lord
I too Islam, I own a sword
Thou shalt not lie, thou shalt not kill
Harm no one as you climb your hill
And as we look down with love, not fear
Humanitarians stand up, lend an ear
Understand and do our best
I hope you fulfill your every quest
The need, the want, the crock of shit
In endless wars, a throw, a fit
Aren’t we our brothers‘ keepers yet
When I’m not, it’s my regret
But wipe your own ass and learn how to fly
We should all get our piece of American pie
If you never aim for the stars
You’ll never land on the moon
Says this bipolar Hollywood tycoon
Enjoy the scenery, enjoy the ride
And always remain on Jehovah’s side
And stand up for what this country should do
Says one lonely artist, Kung Fu