The brush sways on the pallet as it picks which colors are perfect

Touches the canvas

 the land in which we call free but stolen 

Begins painting with brown to identify our start 

Overlay it with white to hide its true color 

But we're painting the perfect picture 

Brush through the hundred years of labor 

AMERICA the land of the free 

Blood drips down the canvas 

Murders of natives and blacks

Gray and stormy the background sets 

Knocked down homes from wildlife to build My home

The home of the brave, running in fear 

Last detail, a sign in which states 

Your rights are not safe.