Amazing Grace (feat. Pat Dimitri)

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?