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Broke Broke Broke
My life each day
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Sadness Sadness they refuse to listen
When told they refuse to listen

They refuse to listen

I was born in the USA

It ain’t what it was on that day

Broke Broke Broke we threw it away

I thought we all walked this way.

Looked around I was alone today.

Broke Broke Broke they threw me away.

American honor and humanity

All those things we’re supposed to be

Broke Broke Broke we threw it away.

Sadness Sadness it makes me cry

We refuse to standup and even try

Against social illness all laws shall fail

Leave em in poverty and wasting in jail

Broke broke broke we threw em away.

It’s not laziness or lack of desire

Its hopelessness and disparity that fuel their fire

Broke broke broke don’t throw em away

Sadness Sadness it makes me cry
We refuse to standup and even try

First be sure your houses don’t leak.

Before into others you take a peek.

Broke broke broke don’t throw it away

To start the change that we hope to see.

It starts with you and it starts with me.

Broke broke broke don’t throw it away
.
They say it is with sugar you gather the flies.

Why do we taste vinegar and hear venal lies.

Broke broke broke don’t throw it away.

Sadness Sadness we turn away
Shake our heads look the other way

It’s not hard if we take a hand.

The world can dance to a joyful band.

Broke broke broke don’t throw it away.

Today’s future dark as night.

All because we don’t make it right.

Broke broke broke don’t throw it away.

Who am I to talk this way?

I ain’t much what can I say.

I’m Broke broke broke but I won’t go away.

Sadness Sadness it makes me cry
Please let's fix it before I die

There is a path both free and clean

To make her be all she should mean

It ain’t broke broke broke let me show you the way

Let me show you this path to the American dream

You will see how easy it is to get set free

It ain’t broke broke broke its how it’s supposed to be.

The world will beat a path to our door,

Without thoughts of hatred and violent war.

It ain’t broke broke broke its TRUE CHANGE

If the road your on don't go to where you want to be
Take a different ROAD

We are Americans we have the right
No we have the responsibility to pick her up
Dust her off...and stand her true

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