There's an old saying in Tennesse, I know it's in Texas, it's probably in Tennessenthat says fool me once... shame on... shame on you.nIf you fool me you can't fool me again.nn[SOS]nI live in a nation that relies on business and crimenAnd the leaders are politician guys livin' a lienWho bullshit like everyone else for a nickel and dimenAmerica ... just as corrupt as it is onlinenUsing freedom and entertainment just to keep us sedatednBut remember what the declaration of independence stated?nAll men are equal and that's the way they're created?nBut when that was written, black and white people were segregatednAnd this country still breeds racism, just not as blatantnTo call us the land of the free is overstatementnCause ain't NOBODY free. We all being watched quietlynNational security's an invasion of privacynDrug Trafficking, conspiracy, murder and piracynWhat America can't have they take silentlynSometimes violently, open up your eyes and seenEven dirty money is supporting our economynIt's all backwards like negative split photographynBut I guess that's the way it's got to benUnited we stand on this land and we do all crimesnFacin' a Dyin' Nation ?nn[Chorus]nFacin' a dyin' nation. Listen to the retold lies [x2]nn[Deacon the Villain]nI live in a nation where it ain't what's physical that fights usnNow it's silent strikes from political insidersnA black market government where being criminal is righteousnRan by bloodlines that were dirty before IsisnThe crisis has even spread to spiritual infestationsnConfessionals filled with sexual molestationsnProfessionals so set on capitalizationnThey don't notice their children freebasin' in their millionnDollar basementsnBabies having babies in the hood I grew up innHands are too small for the guns that they be bustin'nSchools underfunded, graduates retain nothingnOn Capitol Hll it's barely a topic of discussionnKids like, why should I think about collegenWhen this hood situation is holding me hostagenAnd even if I fought and bought the knowledgenI'd prolly get shot 41 times by a cop over my walletnShiiiiit.. So wherever you arenDon't inhale the second hand smoke from its victory cigarnMotivate yourself don't just stand on the sidenFacing a dying nation and listening to the new told liesnn[Chorus]nn[Kno]nSomebody dial 9-1-1nIt's mass confusion, mass contusionsnAt last we losin' Uncle Sam to a mass of tumorsnAnd that's the rumor at least, it's soon to be seennIf its true that the beast is soon to deceasenCatchin' blood clots in the crude oilnThat runs through his veins and up thru his brainnIts tough to maintainnIf he was low income he'd already been gonenInsurance paperwork gettin handled by EnronnAnd scandalous friends call to speaknEven Bill O'Reilly's wrapped in a hospital bedsheetnWith a pointed hat, where the ointment at?nWax the taxpayers backside for a tax hikenWoulda had a Catholic priest at his bedsidenBut they were too busy giving these Boy Scouts a leg ridenTemperature stay high but no painnCus the presidents Hooked on Phonics and cocainenProduct of old age and Alzheimers diseasenMedical bills raised from all types of feesnLooks to the American people to show lovenBut his Social Security ran out - pull the plug