Through the potholed streets of America
the green and the trees in the hills of America
through the thrills and chills, the dollar bills
on a Greyhound you feel the real America
hear Washington say "This is still America"
and "They can never kill America"
We'd never make a deal to conceal
a trojan seal with atomic material
I check my ticket and sigh
the bus drivers so high
he forgot to kindly remind
us we're three hours behind
so I try to nod off
but a tire pops off
and the ceilings leaking on us
freaking ridiculous!
America the sweet
America the free
America the great
home of the brave
from west to east
bay to bay
it's where I play and sleep
and I dream and wake
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In an attempt to add flavor to his hyphy existence, Sid writes his blog in the form of a 24 bar rap verse. 1 bar for each hour of the day! the blog is updated daily!
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