America, I’m beginning to worry about you,
I thought you were over the nightmare of apartheid,
Yet the airwaves sizzle with peddlers of hate:
Dividing niggers from crackers, red from blue,
Cops profiling brothers in every border state.
America, I’m beginning to worry about you.
You promised liberty for all, and not just a few,
But you're abandoning vows that once made you great,
For love's still a crime under Proposition 8.
America, I’m beginning to worry about you.
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