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United States
Monkeys on the grind, they just tryna live their way.
But balloons poppin’ in, like they own the whole terrain,
Imperialists floatin' high, bringin’ nothing but pain.
Generations pass, we been fightin’ this fight,
Caught in the crossfire, can’t sleep through the night.
PTSD from battles, scars that don’t show,
But the heart of the jungle’s still set to overthrow.