Amazing Grace

I used to think I was a Marxist Now I go to less marches It's not that I don't want to start shit But I don't want to start shit Unless it's where my heart sits I don't keep a knife under my seat To join the revolution and spill blood in the street Rather have a discussion over a bottle of Bud Or a puff on a blunt and then get something to eat I used to ask strangers if they believed in a God To see if we were peas in a pod And if they didn't agree with me Then I'd argue and try to be smarter Thinking I'd hear people applaud But I'm getting older And I'm getting dumber Or least I know less Than I did when I was younger I used to profess Now I'm more pro-wonder I used to fear death Now I'm set to go under No, fuck it, I still fear This life is too top-tier And it's like we just got here We're more than an Uzi on a navy plane Or Lazy Susan cruising on the gravy train We're the tingle up your neck When you see the sunset Filter through the dust As it settles on the Waves of Grain Yes, the Waves of Grain on the stolen land Theft is as American as a Cola can Yeah, it was sold to Sam Tell it to the mother of the little girl On the trail of tears as she holds her hand Damn it, this was built on something ugly But with all my heart, man, I believe in this country The beauty of our constitution Have you read it lately? I swear, it's really pretty lovely It's really splendid It's like our forefathers penned it Inspired by some early Eminem shit It's like they meant it It's like they dreamt That all the fences that divide us would eventually be mended- Or rather torn down So I don't think it's un-American at all For us to ask for even more now Let's talk it over, over more rounds... What do you say?