America; land of the free?

Everyone’s equal here, see?
Unless of course you happen to be born
Anywhere outside of the middle class white norm
In the land of scorn, porn and corn
Apart by our differences we are torn
And this is the world into which we’re born?
Around here most everybody is oppressed
A tiny few rule over all the rest
Just follow the money, remember CREAM
Know that corruption rules everything around me
Feel like I’m living in the Wire
Here comes Omar with shotgun fire
Like he says, the cheese stands alone
Money is king, your backs’ the throne
Nothing is fair and nothing’s equal
America looks like a fucking sequel
British Empire Mk 2, sun never sets on whitey’s rule
And the one who gets screwed is always the fool
And the ones making money are very few
Privilege, power and populism are the glue
Sticks up the wheels of change
Keeps the gear shift stuck in strange
But I say fuck it, lets get weird
Go wild, wooly like a big bushy beard
Mess this system up, gum up the works
Revolution of janitors, cooks and clerks
Break the machine with our being
Discover a new way of seeing
Fight for right with our might
Maybe we can light up this night
Reveal the real, make em feel
Free the people from the heel
Under the boot of our own creation
We have made this oppressive nation
Slaves to our own innovation
Always moving forwards with no map
Never realized we walked into a trap
And the jaws close quick like snap
We wonder where we’re really at
How we got ourselves into this crap
We go blaming this and that
Never realizing the problem is the path