Yeah shots ring out and a young man falls
For the crime of being somewhere he never shoulda been
For the crime of being anywhere at all
For the crime of being born with the wrong color skin
One more headline, one more day
Whose America is it anyway
Yeah rich guys already rich get richer
With their Escalades, condos, trophy wives
Sure the fix is in and the wheels keep spinning
Pity 'bout the poor folks trying to survive
They got nothing but still they pay
Whose America is it anyway
All the winners and losers know who they are
In the United States of inequality
While old fools rule a broken promise land
Like that's the way God wants it to be
New York City to L.A.
Just 'cause that's the way it is don't make it okay
Tell me when's the right time to make a change
Whose America is it
Whose America is it anyway
Oh say can you see
Oh say can you see