Another White American is forced to leave his home,
a place that once was ripe with laughter, a place he called his own
If only these walls could tell the tale of generations before,
he looks back, takes one last glance, then turns and locks the door

Years ago his children played, as he did when he was young,
now it’s not safe to open the door without a loaded gun
His children wept as they helped him pack, couldn’t hold back the pain,
they stood silent as their proud father hung his head in shame

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How many battles did you fight that America would be free,
How many kinsmen fell to the foe in your quest for victory,
To come home to ungrateful masters that feed you diversity,
and bear witness to the end of our proud white country

Ever since he came back from the war, his home has rotted away,
section 8, they opened the gate, and now there’s hell to pay
You fought hard against communism, you never gave ground,
to come home to crime and rape on the streets of your hometown

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