America Screams

(Softly, over thunder and a distant snare roll)

“This is the house that screams…

Where justice hides behind the screens…

Where freedom’s flag still drips in red —

and silence always buries the dead.”

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Yeah…

They say the system’s cracked, but nah, it’s built this way,

From the auction blocks to the court today.

New chains, same pain, just suits and pay,

They print our tears and call it “the American way.”

Mama said, “Hands high, stay alive when they roll by,”

Smile soft, don’t ask why.

One wrong breath, one wrong sigh,

And your name’s a hashtag before goodbye.

Church bells ring while the devil hums,

Politicians clap with loaded guns.

Every law they write feels like a drum —

Boom, boom — that’s another one gone.

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Ooh… the flag still bleeds beneath the seams,

Ooh… freedom’s fading in the TV screens.

They call it peace, but it’s built on screams —

We built this dream from broken things.

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America screams — every brick, every beam,

Built from blood, built from dreams.

You can blind my eyes, but I still see —

There’s pain in the land of the free.

America bleeds — red runs deep,

We pray for justice but die in our sleep.

You can cage the truth, you can drown the weak —

But the house still screams beneath your feet.

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Kids in cages, preachers on screens,

Preach love but sell fear in between.

Every promise dressed in greed,

Every hope turned corporate scheme.

Rich man’s smile got gold for teeth,

Poor man’s cry don’t get no peace.

They call this land the brave, the free —

But who’s brave when you can’t breathe?

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(Faint gospel hum beneath electric bass)

Oh… the sirens sing like lullabies,

Oh… angels turn their heads and cry.

If freedom’s just a battle hymn,

Then maybe sin’s the national anthem.

(Spoken softly over the swell)

“This is the house that screams…

but the people are the flame.

And when the walls burn down…

remember our names.”

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America screams — can you hear her cry?

Sirens echo under blood-red skies.

You preach “justice,” but that’s disguise —

‘Cause truth got buried, televised.

America bleeds — and she bleeds in me,

Every bruise, every broken plea.

But still we rise, we still believe —

One day this land gon’ finally breathe.

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(Layered crowd voices chanting softly)

“We built this house…

We built this grave…

But we’ll tear it down…

And rise from the chains…”

(Last line whispered as the music fades)

“America screams… but she’s learning to sing.”