I was just 17, life [bad word] down hard on me 
Friends dying, peer pressure rising 
I didn't know what would [bad word] of me 
Life in high school, it didn't seem to mean [bad word] to me at all 
I got thrown out of my school 
I thought I was bad, I thought I was cool 
Back on the streets with my friends 
Hanging out all day and night - but inside I know 
I didn't feel it was right 
One day I woke up, I thought about my country 
I thought it would be a good way - make myself feel free 
Got to be free 

How can people be so stupid 
Always looking at the negative things 
Democracy means you got to be free 
strong America for you and me 
 [bad word] [bad word] and the people who always put us down 
Because of them, fighting for our country, it mean so much to me 
Don't you know that they're liars 
They'll oppress you 'til you die 
My pride it stays right here 
Land of the free, land of the brave 
No other [bad word] close with all out glory 
From coast to coast 

I know - all over the world 
You'll find good and bad 
They'll put us down 
They say we're [bad word] 
They'll never, never, never understand