This is a song about "Causes of american revolution"

Visions, dreams of passion

Or for a revolution

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Lack execution i fail but no conclusion in need of a revolution

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Teeth of an american teen ankles on candy fiend

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

Burning american flags, screamin fuck fags,

Here they keep a rachet close

And american music shows.

And non-nigga friends got it with him

That causes the fucking motion

We've condemned them, locked. in a cell of consumerism,the american dream.

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen