The house I live in, the friends that I have found,
The folks beyond the railroad and the people all around,
The worker and the farmer, the sailor on the sea,
The folks who built this country, that’s America to me.

But we know this country will always have its way
With people sleeping soundly, while their rotting dreams decay
It lays it trap full willing to justify the killing
While wracking up the billing on a debt to never pay

While truth becomes banished and justice never won 
Our hopes to find some freedom, still just raisins in the sun
It’s sad to see it failing, its the way its always been
To never cleanse the staining of its bloody primal sin

Cause that’s America, What's America? Who’s America? Where’s America?
Find America… for me