Dear America feat Johnny 6-Feet
1st - Percept
2nd - Johnny
*america walks outside to check the mail*
Hmm... whats this?
my dearest love...
hey heather, its me the kid with leather boots and knitted sweater
who discretely sits speechless, lookin for ink to write a love letter
better than the best feeling u create, when u turn to cross my way
i gaze in amazement that im bestoed in faith, i awake here each day
im in awe of your conscience, and i admit this being fully honest
thank god u help others out even when some consider it nonsense
your thoughtless dedication pales in compare to ya gracious beauty
as your criticism bleeds thru truely, even within faceless scrutiny
and sometimes im right when i say your blind with pride deep inside
it might arise as your final demise, the way u stick ya nose in fights
take sides and ally with one, get stuck in sumthin u cant get out of
and for what, im clueless at times on the decisions u conjure from
but its all love, u know i cant stay mad at u, even when u police me
disease me, and constantly ignore my known existence individually
its fine tho cause i know u mean well, hell, your busier than most
so its understandable that im drawn to u after u drew me so close
u saved me from a certain life, from grieving over supposed strife
u showed me the light, opened my eyes to a world outside of mine
and itd be a lie to deny it, since my freedom allows no censorship
my explicit thoughts and dreams, now render under no irrelevance
u see, in my homeland, i was equipped with nothing and knew less
my prudence there was the reason i turned towards the great u.s.
and thats the whole point i write my love, because u allow me to
as thru this love letter, hopefully u see, that heather is america too.
thank you...
another one!
Dear America, as a westerner, i write this letter
To get feelings off my chest and suggest something better
I watch you pick on the little kids and take their lunch money
Watch them mumble their resentment in corners and hunch funny
Flinching at your mention, passing notes, trying to unite
But you've got the strength to crush them, dying as they fight
My advice is smoke some weed, or take bottles of chill pills
Watch a copy of Kill Bill, be laid back but still ill
This is England calling, now your sidekick, remember when i type this
I used to be your bigger brother before the fan hit the shit
Rest assured i was in your position an age ago
Life was like a stage show, and my pay was grown
Through the pain and groans, but now i stay at home
Reminicsing when my presense was a major zone
So kick back, relax, in fact have a siesta
And call up spain so we can throw a fiesta
sincerely yours, England
