One Nation, Under Gods

By Deep Shah

[Verse 1]

We think that this country is so wonderful

But there’s a lot happening around

Voting and devoting is not just dutiful

It’s time to really make a sound

[Rap]

The idea for this rap shit is buried under the fame

Getting busy and/or hitched while I remain wary with the same

But it ain't that easy with what religious separate names

And the only way to curse is by quoting Sacred Games

Sometimes it just feels like we're shooting with no aim

The one's who should be hung are getting cozy in a frame

Does your guilt outweigh you when you're standing on a scale?

Like she's flirting through the inbox, "Sorry you have got no mail(male)"

Things beginning to go south while the ice melts in north pole

Movies with plot holes, last breath in a pothole

In the battleground of unknown players, I'm stuck in a foxhole

Like a vegetarian on a high horse, "Woah, I'm on a pork roll"

This ain't really a song and it has got no music in it

Recycled beats and garbage words and we're all losing in it

Swiping left and right like clockwork, put some Kubrick in it

Shallow hearts and deep urges are not germane to Munich, innit?

Should I stick to the script or try to speak my mind?

All it takes is a cuss word to go above the fine line

And you find it fine at the crossroads getting fined

The crime doesn't matter, just check the person doing the sign

[Bridge]

The grass is not greener

But it’s mine to walk on

And if the land’s not cleaner

Why’d they die and fought on

[Verse 2]

Cause we believe this country is so beautiful

We reach the skies kissing on the ground

That black dot is a symbol on your cuticle

The truth will triumph and we won’t back down

[Outro]

We’re just some guys sitting in a cubicle

A model country and a modest town

Don’t test us we are sort of immovable

In this black world, we represent the brown

By Deep Shah